Page 6 of Midnight Moon
As far as conversation openers go, his wasn’t the worst I’d ever heard, but I couldn’t let him off that easy.
“Do you always concern yourself when you see someone in a bad mood at a bar?”
“Absolutely. I consider it my civic duty.”
“And how many times has your concern worked out in your favor?”
His dark eyes glittered with amusement. “Almost every time.”
“Almost?”
He nodded. “The gorgeous blondes tend to give me a run for my money, but I’m nothing if not persistent.”
I laughed. “Well, prepare for your track record to take another hit.”
“I’ve been warned.” He winked, then held out his hand. “I’m Chase.”
Normally, I wouldn’t bother to be social with a stranger. But a quick glance confirmed Stephanie was still preoccupied at the bar, and this guy didn’t give off any creepy vibes. Might as well kill some time.
I placed my hand in his. “Blair.”
“Nice to meet you, Blair.” He shook my hand, then promptly released it.
“You too.”
“Are you from Denver?” He leaned an elbow on the metal railing next to us and sipped his drink.
“Close by,” I told him. “You?”
“No. I’m here visiting some acquaintances with a friend.”
“Oh, yeah?” I made a point of looking over his shoulder, trying to see if anyone watched us. “Where’s your friend?”
“Probably sulking in a corner somewhere, eagerly waiting until we can leave.”
“He and I would be peas in a pod,” I joked.
“Possibly. I’m the friend who drags him out when he’d rather stay at home and hang out with his dogs.”
“I have a friend like that.” I gestured towards Stephanie. She waved her arms around as she emphatically chatted with the businessman. “She’s definitely the more social of the two of us.”
Chase turned and ran his eyes appreciatively over my friend. “Looks like it.”
A laugh escaped me. “Are you really checking out my friend while you hit on me?”
He turned back to me with wide eyes. “Who said I was hitting on you?”
“You weren’t? That’s good because you were terrible at it.”
Chase placed a hand on his chest. “I’ll have you know, I’m an accomplished flirt.”
“Is that so?” I grinned. “I couldn’t tell.”
Dramatically, he sucked in a breath. “You wound me, Blair.”
My grin grew, and I fought off another laugh. “I think you’ll live.”
“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean the wounds won’t scar.”
