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She was eye level with his waist, which he could handle, and she seemed delighted, which he could not. She laughed. ” Okay? Okay, what? Then he decided he didn’t want to know. Kevin pulled out one of the straight-back chairs and set it in front of her. He sat and wondered if he had a prayer of reasoning with her while she was this drunk. Regardless, he had to try. ” “Great. ” She sighed and nodded. He had a bad feeling he was screaming into the wind. “You can’t go around trusting people. You’re drunk and vulnerable right now.
She found herself wishing she hadn’t been quite so quick to cut off all her hair. Allan had always said it was her best feature. Allan. She took a long drink of her margarita. She did not want to think about him. Not now. Not ever. ” Kevin asked. “Only if you want to tell me. I was thinking more of, do you live around here? What are you doing in the bar? ” He finished his beer and pushed the glass across the bar. “Another,” he called before turning his attention back to her. “What are you doing here?
A not very helpful answer. The bartender walked over. ” Haley eyed Kevin’s beer. Yesterday she’d had her first glass of white wine ever. To be honest, she hadn’t really liked it. “A margarita,” she said. ” Okay, rocks were ice. On the rocks would mean over ice, which wasn’t how she pictured margaritas. “Frozen,” she said. “Oh. ” The bartender stared at her. ” She’d always wanted a drink with a little umbrella. She watched as the man poured various liquids into a blender. He added a scoop of ice, then set the whole thing to whirling and crunching.