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I want him flirting with me in that kind of way, which is odd, I know, but undeniable.
    The bar towel is flung over his shoulder. “Nah, just being honest. Anyway, you’re not my type.” His eyes assess my face. “I mean, you’re beautiful, but you’re too sweet, too nice. I like my women a lot meaner.” He winks.
    Relief is a strange feeling to have, from that response. Why on Earth would I be relieved that I’m not his type?
    And meaner? It’s not like I’ve been rolling out the red carpet of “let’s be friends” gestures. Only one type of girl would fit the bill for him. “You remind me of my best friend.” He does. Jesse is exactly Lindsay’s type of guy—gorgeous, and a smart mouth that would give her a challenge.“And for your information, I don’t worry my pretty little head about my weight. I just wanted to make sure you had some manners.”
    He laughs. “My mother would have my arse if she thought I was acting like a wanker.”
    “Good to know.”
    While Jesse helps an older gentleman at the end of the bar, I strive to get the courage to ask him about Alexandre. It’s an odd situation. What if this man has something for me that I don’t want to know or see? Would Millie really do that to me? No way . . . right?
    “Hey, hooker.” A voice whispers into my ear, pulling me from my thoughts. I turn around and find a smiling Lindsay standing in front of me. I scream, and it’s way too loud for the afternoon bar crowd, but I can’t hold it in.
    “What the hell?” I yank her into a hug, squeezing her tight and jumping up and down in hysterics.
    She pulls away from my embrace, still grinning from ear to ear. “I know you said you didn’t need me here, but I needed to be here. You’re not mad are you?” Her smile starts to fall.
    “Are you kidding me?” I stare at her in annoyance. “I’d say my reaction spoke for itself.”
    She laughs. “I think your screaming woke up the drunk guy in the corner.”
    “Sit your ass down and drink a Bloody Mary with me,” I demand, gesturing towards the empty barstool next to mine.
    Jesse saunters down towards us, his eyes appreciating the model looks of my best friend. I had a feeling these two would be the perfect kind of match. I’m not sure it’s the kind of match that includes professions of love and vow exchanges, but it would definitely light the sheets on fire. And I can’t blame him for blatantly staring at her. Lindsay is beautiful, all long legs, midnight blue eyes, and gorgeous red lips. Any red-blooded male would be tossing their best friend out of the way—and under a bus for that matter—to get to her. They would, and they do, quite often in fact.
    “You’ve got company, I see,” he says towards me. “I heard the screaming from the back room. Who would have thought a girl that tiny would have such a big voice?”
    “You should hear her sing. It’s unreal,” Lindsay chimes in, holding her hand out in his direction. “I’m Lindsay, Brooke’s better half.” She winks.
    “Is this the best friend you mentioned earlier?”
    I nod, and he seems to stand taller, more confident, if that’s even possible.
    They exchange pleasantries, but the dirty gleam in their eyes makes me feel like I’m intruding. “She needs a Bloody Mary, and I need a fan from the fuck-me looks you two are flashing each other,” I tease, but it’s the truth. They might as well be screwing on top of the bar. They both smile and laugh in response. I knew they would hit it off. She’s just enough bitch for him, and he’s just enough cocky to challenge her.
    “And she needs to know if Alexandre is here today,” Lindsay adds. I slap her shoulder in annoyance. I swear her mind is a steel trap. I briefly mentioned Au Fait and Alexandre two days ago, and yet she didn’t forget. “What?” she asks. “Did you get the balls to have that conversation before I got here?”
    I avoid her eyes. My best friend really is a nosey bitch, one that knows me too