Not even a little.
“Gordon wants another gin and tonic.” Lisa sagged against the bar. “Two more drafts for Mickey and Leroy, with shots.”
“My brother’s a first-class jerk.”
“Yes, he is.”
“Mind taking him his beer?”
“Can’t promise I won’t dump it over his head.”
Cassie smiled. “Might do him some good.”
“Sure couldn’t hurt.” The door opened and they both turned. “Holy...shit,” Lisa murmured. “Ever see him before?”
Cassie shook her head and quickly looked away. Tall, maybe six feet, dark hair slightly longer than a military cut, great body—the guy was too hot for his own good, and she wasn’t about to be one of those silly women who stared.
From her peripheral vision, she saw him take a seat at the end of the bar. She turned her head for just another quick peek and met his whiskey-brown eyes.
2
“A FLYBOY, HUH?”
“Yep.” Cassie concentrated on the gin and tonic she was making, but almost forgot the lime wedge.
“What do you think, a captain? Major?”
“Captain.”
“Fast movers?”
“Please.” Cassie snorted. “Any doubt?”
“He won’t stick around long.”
“Nope.
“A damn shame.” Lisa was trying to be inconspicuous and failing. “I could stare at him all night.”
“You’re off to a good start,” Cassie murmured quietly, then darted him a look. “I’ll be right with you.”
“Take your time.”
“Oh, my God, that smile, that voice.” Lisa sighed.
Cassie had turned away so fast she’d missed the smile. “So much for Tommy.”
“Screw him.”
“Don’t blame you there. Go take Flyboy’s order if you want. I’ll finish your drinks.”
“You sure?”
“Go for it.”
Lisa glanced toward the back. “Then I’ll take Tommy his beer. If he comes looking for it, he might scare off the best-looking customer we’ve had in six months.”
Well, that was a headache Cassie didn’t need. But Lisa was right. Tommy was fine with enlisted men and retirees, welcomed them, actually. But officers? He had no use for the whole lot of them. He wasn’t necessarily confrontational, but he could make things uncomfortable.
Refusing to watch Lisa approach the dark-haired guy, Cassie kept her head down, making drinks, realizing too late she’d poured an extra tequila shot. A new doctor who’d worked in the E.R. at the hospital had started coming in a month ago. She’d only seen him a few times and he sure was easy on the eyes. But this pilot...he was something.
Still, she didn’t go for the Jon Hamm types with the perfect movie-star looks, all cool and suave. As soon as they opened their mouths you had to wonder how their ego had fit through the door. Not all of them, but enough. Then again those types didn’t go for her, either, so it all worked out.
“He wants a scotch. Neat.” Smiling, Lisa loaded her tray. “Five bucks says he leaves after two sips.”
“I’m so broke I can’t afford to bet a quarter. Did you warn him this isn’t a scotch kind of place?”
“Uh-uh. I didn’t want him to leave that fast.” Lisa picked up her tray and left to deliver the drinks.
Cassie dried her hands, then grabbed the bottle of scotch off the shelf. The only reason it wasn’t dusty was because she kept a clean bar. She reached for a glass, unscrewed the bottle, then sighed. Recapping it, she walked over to the man, who was leaning back and watching her.
Up close he was even more dazzling. Dark, almost black hair. Tan skin. Some combination of eyebrows and jawline and mouth that made looking at him a sensual experience even if you didn’t want it to be. But she didn’t like the intense way he tracked her with those damn sexy eyes, so he lost a couple of points.
She held up the bottle so he could see the label. “This is all we have.”
“Okay,” he said with a slight frown.
“Are you familiar with the brand?”
“No.”
“It probably sucks.”
His laugh was short, surprised. “I’ll take my chances.”
Cassie hated returning points to the plus column but to be fair, the humor in his expression made him look even hotter. “Just remember I warned you,” she said, turning back to get the glass and to pull herself together. She hadn’t expected him to be such a good sport.
Lisa returned to pick up Tommy’s beer. “What was that?” she asked under her breath.
“I gave him an out on the scotch but he passed.” She poured a generous portion. If he could stomach the stuff, he deserved the extra booze. “You can take it over to him.”
“No, go ahead. You seem to be doing just fine with him.”
“Right.” The only reason she didn’t roll her eyes was because he