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    When her eyes land on me her step falters just a bit; to the point where only a trained eye like mine would notice.  She smoothly recovers and averts her eyes away from me.  I smile a little.  Good, she felt it too.  She experienced that instantaneous, inexplicable, undeniable attraction.  I haven’t felt this way upon first sight of a woman since I was a hormone driven teenager.
    Summer heads directly for me with gorgeous trailing behind her.  “Hey, Cooper.  What are you doing here on a Wednesday night? I usually don’t see you till the weekend?” She asks, snatching the beer from my hand and taking a sip.
    “I came by to see you,” I tell her.  She notices my eyes drifting to her friend and smiles at me.
    “Well then Cooper, you’re in for a treat.  I’d like for you to meet my big sister Skye.  Skye this is Cooper Talbott,” she says, making the introductions.  Skye sticks out her arm for a handshake and looks me directly in the eyes. I stand there momentarily stunned as I take in the striking gray color of her eyes.  They’re the color of a cloudy sky before a thunderstorm.  Her sister she says?  I look between the two.  Yeah okay, I can see they have the same almond-shaped eyes that slant toward the end and both have pink Cupid’s bow shaped mouths, but that’s it.  
    Skye cocks her head to the side and I realize I’m still grasping her hand and I haven’t spoken.  “Nice to meet you darlin,” I greet her.
    Summer sees her sister’s surprise at the way I talk and comments, “You’ll get used to the Southern type drawl that some people have around here.  It’s funny before I moved here I would never have imagined people in Southern Illinois had a drawl.”
    “I like it.  Is this the guy you were talking about earlier?” Skye remarks to Summer.  
    It’s funny how when you’re quiet people will sometimes talk in front of you like you’re not even there.  I take a toothpick out of my pocket and pop it in my mouth, twirling it around with my tongue as I lean back to take in the conversation.
    “The one and only,” Summer replies.  Skye nods her head as if contemplating something.  “Hey Mitch can you get me an apple martini and a sweet tea for my sister here,” Summer requests thumbing her finger at Skye.  Summer reaches for her purse to pay for the drink.
    “I got it,” I say, putting a twenty on the bar.  I know they won’t charge Summer for the sweet tea but even employees don’t get free alcohol.
    Out of nowhere I hear Hailey Weaver’s whiny voice behind me.  “If you’re over here buying drinks handsome, I’ll take one,” she remarks, hands on hips, popping her gum.  She’s wearing painted-on jeans, high heeled boots, a purple off-the-shoulder sweater, and ten pounds of makeup over her peaches and cream complexion. Her light brown hair is curled at the ends and swept to the side in front of her shoulder.
    “Who’s your little Indian friend Summer?  Did she get lost and wander off the reservation?” she taunts, referring to Skye.  Hailey must have felt I was paying Summer and Skye too much attention and came over to start some mess.  Her friends are snickering behind her like a bunch of high school girls. 
    Skye quickly reaches out and grabs a hold of Summer’s wrist to keep her from physically retaliating.  Summer is a little more hot-headed than Skye, apparently.  “Just ignore her Summer,” Skye instructs her sister through clenched teeth. 
    “Yeah, listen to Pocahontas.  I wouldn’t want you to get hurt,” Hailey sneers.  “You ever seen a squaw with curls,” she asks maliciously, addressing her friends.  I watch as she reaches out and pulls hard on a handful of Skye’s long black waves. 
    The next thing I know Hailey is face planted into the bar next to my elbow with Skye holding her in an arm lock from behind.  It happened so fast I didn’t see it coming.  No one did.  By the look of bewilderment on her face, not