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remember she didn’t need Dave in her life to feel complete.
    No—now she wanted a certain tattooed, bad-boy instead.
    You’re screwed. Utterly.
    Yep, she had a crush. Like a giggly school-girl who watched the captain of the football team, she was ensconced in the magic of his movements. She’d watched the way his strong hands spun the bottles, the way he stuck his bottom lip out to huff his hair out of his eye as the night wore on.
    “Come on, hon. Let’s go home. Some of us need our beauty sleep before we go on a hot lunch-date tomorrow.”
    Steph smiled, and gave Cass a playful nudge as they rose from the booth. “Whatever. You’d look good in a potato sack.”
    “At least one of us knows how to dress.”
    The two of them laughed. T he last of their drinks wore off as they walked the long corridor to the giant crimson door. Cool, early morning air pulled the first signs of fatigue from the pair as they exited. Cass gave a quick goodbye to the doorman while Steph descended the steps. The vivacious blonde then proceeded to rat about in her clutch for her cash as she joined her on the pavement. Steph raised a hand to hail a taxi, when Cass cursed loud enough to draw the attention from a group of people on the far side of the road. “What’s up?” she asked.
    “ Those fucker’s stole my cash,” Cass wailed.
    “What?” Steph stepped closer to help her check the tiny bag. “Are you sure?”
    “Positive. My bag was under their feet all night.”
    “Assholes,” she exclaimed. “Do you want to find a cop?”
    “Hang on.” Cass pulled her phone out and dialled the number the guy had given her. She stood, and drummed her fingers on her arm as she waited. “Oh! Bastards,” she shouted.
    “What now?”
    “It wasn’t his real number.”
    “Shit, hon. You got done.” Steph failed to hide her amusement at the situation. Theft wasn’t funny, but being blind-sided by such a pair of lame, one-line-loving guys was.
    Cass wrinkled her nose as she thought. “Do you have enough for the taxi?”
    Steph shook her head. The two of them had agreed that Cass would pay for the taxi with her cash to avoid card fees, and Steph would buy the last four drinks.
    “Worth a shot.” Cass smiled. “I guess I could call Dad?”
    Like hell you will. “Are the buses still running?”
    “No way. I’m not getting a bus at this hour, from here.”
    Steph itched her ear absently as she tried to come up with any option other than Cass’s unforgiving father. If they accepted a ride from Mr Pratt at such a god-forsaken hour of the morning, they were certain to be given an ear-bashing. The guy was forever on at Cass about her safety, and the instant they explained why they couldn’t afford the taxi, he would keep Cass under lock-and-key for a month.
    “ You ladies need some dosh?”
    Steph turned toward the familiar voice, and squinted into the darkness.
    “Excuse me?” Cass replied as the barman stepped out of the shadows, a cigarette between his lips.
    “I was offer in’ you lasses some cash to get home.”
    Steph blushed , and nodded. “That would be kind, thanks.”
    “Oh no.” Cass held up a hand. “We’re fine.”
    He shrugged, and reached up to pick the stick from his lips. “Whatever ya want.”
    Steph frowned at Cass, and mouthed ‘ Are you insane?’ She took a step toward the guy as he threw the butt down to stamp it out. “Wait. I’ll take you up on your offer. I can come back tomorrow and pay you back.”
    “I don’t need the money.” He screwed his Doc Marten into the pavement.
    “What do you want in return?” Darkly inappropriate suggestions fluttered through her mind like confetti.
    “ Steph ,” Cass hissed as she caught her elbow.
    She held a hand up to calm her friend, and waited on his answer. He smirked, a lusciously lopsided grin, and held up a roll of twenties. “Look familiar?”
    “My cash,” Cass cried out, and lunged for the roll. “It’s got my hair-tie on it still.”
    “How