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“Color?”

“Black.”

“Nice vehicle.”

“It was one of the top safety picks last year.”

Now it’s my turn to be amused. Do people actually look at that stuff before they buy a car? I mean, they should but I’ve never heard someone say it before. Olivia is full of surprises.

“Let me guess, you drive a shiny new truck. A Ram maybe, something lifted with big tires.”

I shake my head.

“I’ve got a new Chevy outside, sweetheart,” some guy two seats down says. He has a bushy beard with twinges of gray in it. He strokes said beard as he continues, “Just drove it off the lot yesterday. Want to take a drive?”

“No thanks,” she says politely but firm.

He shrugs and takes another sip of his beer.

“You don’t seem like a sports car guy.” Her gaze narrows.

“I’m not sure if that’s an insult or not, but you’re correct. I do not drive a sports car. I wouldn’t mind having a McLaren someday though. Any more guesses?”

“Creepy white van?”

I chuckle. “Closer than your other guesses.”

She arches a brow.

“I have an old ’67 Ford F100 Ranger.”

“Damn.” The guy two seats down is clearly eavesdropping but the appreciative whistle he gives me is welcomed. “That was a good year.”

“You remember it?”

“I meant the truck.” He scowls at me. “How old do you think I am?”

“Uhh…”

Olivia fights a laugh, and I send the guy an apologetic tip of my head.

“Get him a round on me,” I say to her.

He minds his business after that, and Olivia and I continue trading random facts. I want to dig deeper, beyond the surface, but I’m afraid she’ll close up on me if I do.

“Did you really come with teammates or was that a line?” she asks as she pours another customer a drink.

“Oh shit,” I say, glancing toward the outdoor area.

Her lips curl together as she holds in a giggle.

Fuck, they completely slipped my mind.

I give her a sheepish smile. “I guess I should get back, so they don’t think I ditched them.”

A flicker of what could be disappointment crosses her face, but it’s gone so quickly I can’t be sure.

“Have fun!” She flits off to the other side of the bar before I can respond.