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Cutter thought she couldn’t hold her liquor. Pu-lease. High tolerance was in her blood. She discreetly rubbed her sweaty palms against her skirt. Holy sweet Mother of God, he was the hottest thing ever. Messy blond hair and blue eyes, with the body of a minor god. A shower of tingles rained down on her. He handed her the glass and she tossed the drink back like a pro. Swiping her tongue over her lips, she handed him the empty glass. “Another.”
He gave her a vicious scowl and she struggled to suppress a laugh. So easy to rile up. He called to the bartender and joined her in another. Clanking their glasses together, they took their shots at the same time. His fingers tensed around the glass, lips flat in a tight line. “Bartender!”
Within a second the poor man slid another round toward
