The bartender let out a low, gravelly chuckle that rumbled deep within his broad chest, sending an unexpected, electric shiver straight down my spine."A double? Sweetheart, judging by the way you're gripping that barstool like it's a life raft, you look like a woman who's one bad word away from total collapse. Are you sure your system can handle the hard stuff?" he asked, his dark eyes sparkling with wicked amusement.I narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms over my chest in a defensive gesture."I didn't come here to be psychoanalyzed by a bartender with an attitude problem. I asked for a drink, not a lecture on my emotional stability," I snapped back, surprised by my own sudden boldness.He raised a single, well-defined dark eyebrow, resting his large palms flat against the wooden counter as he leaned forward, closing the distance between us."Spunky. I like that. Most high-society women who wander into my club wearing designer dresses and terrified expressions usually burs
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