The five-word sentence might have been the longest conversation she’d had with the hunk behind the bar to date. So far he hadn’t said more to her than “Good choice, baby.”
The notion that he might be unbending loosened Lara up faster than the tequila shot another bartender had poured before Sex-on-Legs started his shift. On the other hand . . . whoa. Was the gorgeous blonde presence of Billie perched on the barstool beside her tonight responsible for Tall, Dark and Hot's sudden chattiness?
Lara shook off the surge of ugly emotion and reminded herself that she and Hunkalicious had not exchanged more than ten words tops, that Billie was her best friend, and that jealousy’s green head should not be popping up like a demented whack-a-mole.
Lara shook off the surge of ugly emotion and reminded herself that she and Hunkalicious had not exchanged more than ten words tops, that Billie was her best friend, and that jealousy’s green head should not be popping up like a demented whack-a-mole.
