Page 4 of Tempting the Player
She was so turning into the cat lady at twenty-seven. Sweet.
“I’m heading to the bar,” Bridget announced, thinking she could at least be drunk and not care how her evening turned out. “Either of you two want a refill?”
Bridget waited for a response, but after a few seconds, she rolled her eyes and stood. Picking up her mauve clutch, she slipped around the table and headed toward the bar. It had gotten fuller since they’d arrived. Squeezing in next to a woman with short, spiky black hair, she leaned against the bar.
Surprisingly, a bartender seemed to appear out of thin air. “What can I get you, sweetie?”
Sweetie? How…sweet. “Rum and Coke.”
“Coming right up.”
Bridget smiled her thanks as she glanced down the bar. Several people were paired off, a few were alone or chatting with those standing by the bar. She caught sight of a guy with dark hair and eyes and thought she’d seen him before.
A tall glass was placed in front of her and she opened her clutch, reaching for some cash.
