Rachel leaned on the bar, keeping Nathan in her peripheral vision. She sipped the fresh Cosmo slipped in front of her.
“Having a good night?”
Startled, she met the amused, and very familiar, gaze of the attentive bartender. A sharp pain filled her mouth as she bit her tongue.
“Dammit. Sorry, not you. Do I know you, by the way?”
He smirked. “Yes…and no. Why the stealthy looks?” His head bobbed towards her table.
“How do you get the man you want to marry realize he wants to marry you?”
“Make him a lonely boy,” he said with a wink.