"Sun Valley Ale," a masculine voice next to her ordered.
"Draft or bottle," the bartender asked.
"Bottle's fine."
Kate ran her gaze up worn Levi's and a blue flannel shirt to a pair of green eyes. "Wanna see my tattoo?" she asked.
The bartender put the beer on the bar, and Rob raised it to his lips. "Are you propositioning me?"
"Yep." She stood and set down her mug. "We have nine hundred and twenty fantasies we have to get started on."
He took a drink, then lowered the bottle. "Nine hundred and nineteen," he said through a purely lascivious grin. He grabbed her hand and walked with her from the lounge as fast as his boots would carry him. "But who's counting?"
RACHEL GIBSON
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