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sister in those scenarios made puke rise in his throat. Hypocritical, but true.
    He issued a final wave and turned toward the bar. If Andie had been watching him before, she certainly wasn’t now. More like the opposite. He’d bet his last dollar she was deliberately not looking at him. No acknowledgement whatsoever when he slid onto the neighboring stool. Her phone must be pretty damn interesting, because she was glued to the screen.
    He caught the bartender’s eye and motioned at Andie’s drink. “And a Sleeman, in a bottle.” Mason pushed the full glass of red wine her way, finally winning her attention. “Thanks.”
    “For what?”
    Damn, that voice. Soft and feminine without being weak. She could read the back of a cereal box and he’d get hard. He should’ve called her today. “I have a list. Very detailed.” He took a long draw from his beer, enjoying the pink sweeping her face. “But right now I meant it as thanks for improving my evening.”
    Her eyes flitted around the bar area before returning to his face. “Where are your buddies tonight? Not here, obviously.”
    “Hard to say. Home with their girlfriends, wives and kids, most likely. Except for one jerk who’s probably busy fucking an empty Pringles can because no living human would want him.”
    “Ouch, harsh.”
    “Harsh but true.” He shrugged. “My baby sister had her engagement dinner here earlier, otherwise I’d be home too.”
    “With your girlfriend or wife and kids?”
    “With my cat.” Mason crossed his arms on the bar, keeping his eyes locked with hers as he leaned into her space. “That’s the only pussy waiting for me at home. Or anywhere.”
    “That’s unfortunate.” She picked up her wine, obviously trying to hide her smile behind the glass.
    “I agree.”
    “It’s early. You may get lucky yet.”
    He angled on his stool and slid closer. “Tell me this is inside information, not a random pep talk.” No answer from Andie, who kept sipping her drink. But she’d definitely relaxed. She didn’t seem pissed at him anymore, either. He’d take it. Take it and run with it. “You look beautiful tonight. Again.”
    “It’s nice to know some men have low standards.”
    “Some do. I don’t.”
    “I’m not dressed to impress.” She fidgeted on her stool, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her clothes before moving on to tuck a wisp of loose hair behind her ear. “And this stupid clip thingy is barely holding my hair up.” Her long, delicate fingers touched her mouth. “I don’t even have lipstick on.”
    Some women said things like that to encourage compliments. He didn’t get that vibe from Andie—the way she downplayed her attributes seemed legit. Not like she lacked self-confidence, that wasn’t it. She simply didn’t realize how fucking gorgeous and sexy she was without all the prep and plasticity of other women. An effortless beauty.
    “Babe, your naked lips remind me of last night, and that t-shirt is lethal sexy. As for your hair…” He fingered some of the escaped strands at the back of her neck. She shivered, and he smiled. “I like it this way, up, off your neck, with these wavy bits hanging down. I also like how easy it would be for me to grab that clip and let your hair loose, so I could feel it wrapped around my fingers.”
    The tip of her talented tongue slid across her bottom lip, making his cock twitch. She jumped when her phone vibrated on the bar, scooped it up, read the text and scowled while combing the crowd. So much for their promising moment.
    “Problem?”
    “I just got stood up.”
    Well, fuck him. He’d been warming her up for somebody else. No wonder she’d avoided making eye contact until forced.
    “This is your fault,” she said while clicking a message into her phone.
    “Consider this my apology.” He slapped cash on the bar, stood and walked out. No looking back.
     
    Andie’s head snapped up at Mason’s abrupt departure. He weaved through the tables without a