Connor’s POV
I’m fully relaxed, and pretty drunk, these guys take the prospect of an open bar seriously, and no sooner do I drain one drink than another is placed in front of me by the busty redhead who is serving our table. The best part is that I haven’t thought at all about a certain brunette, well . . not much . .
Callan and Lincoln have already bowed out both smirking as my new colleagues heckled them for leaving early.
‘You’ll get it when you have the woman of your dreams’ Lincoln retorted to the jeers. ‘Not to put to fine a point on it, but the choice between you lot and my woman? You are never going to win.’
The rest of our group have drifted down to the dancefloor, and now it’s just me, Benny, Zara and a guy with blonde hair, pulled back in a bun, called Grant, left.
Our serv
