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but she could never understand how I feel.
    I might be able to manage the occasional one-night stand with a stranger but I’ll never trust another man with my heart again.
     
     
     

Chapter 6
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    The band is amazing on Thursday night and Gemma and I exchange a nod over the crowd as she pours drinks and I move around the tables.
    They’re just a cover band but the music is tight and they’re playing all the crowd favorites.
    They’re belting out a big finish to a punkie pop version of a modern song when the door at the front swings open and my stranger steps back into the noisy bar.
    My world halts.
    It’s like everything stops and it’s just me and him standing opposite one another.
    I watch as his gaze flicks around the bar and my breath catches in my throat when he spies me.
    His face is expressionless, guarded, and I bite my lip at the sharp sting of guilt.
    I don’t know why I feel guilty, it’s not like we had anything more than a one night stand.
    It was just sex.
    Incredible mind-blowing sex, but just sex all the same.
    We didn’t even exchange names… Of course that was my request and then I just snuck out after.
    Should I have left a note?
    Damn, Gemma would have known what to do.
    “Lady? Are those our drinks?” A voice from the table I’d been serving brings me back to the present.
    “Yes, sorry,” I say smiling and placing the orders down in front of the two guys and two girls at the table.
    When I look back at my stranger, he’s taken a seat in my section and I make my way over.
    “Hi,” I say. “What can I get you tonight?”
    And by the way, thanks for the amazing sex.
    “Scotch and ice,” he replies. “Looks like I managed to catch the band. Must be my lucky night.”
    “Yeah…” I say, smiling too brightly, but my mind goes blank and I can’t think of anything else to say. “I’ll um – I’ll go get your sex.”
    “Sex?” his eyebrows rise.
    What?
    Damn it. I can’t even talk anymore.
    “Drink. I mean drink. I’ll go and get your drink.”
    I turn on my heel and rush away.
    How embarrassing.
    What’s he doing here?
    I didn’t think I’d ever see him again but here he is, sitting in my section.
    When I get to the bar, Gemma gives me a meaningful look.
    “What’s he doing here?” she smiles.
    “I don’t know. How would I know?” I throw a glance over my shoulder to find him staring right back at me. “I think he’s mad because I just left. But I thought that was what you did after a one-night stand. Isn’t that what they guy always does?”
    She lets out a scoff. “Keyword there, girl, is that the guy likes to be the one to leave first. It’s some kind of ego thing.” She looks over my shoulder at him and then back at me, rolling her eyes. “I say screw him. It’s about time a few guys felt what it’s like to be the one left behind to wake up alone. You are forbidden to apologize.”
    I can’t help wondering if Gemma had misunderstood some of her first one-night stands.
    Her tone is so scornful and I feel bad for not knowing.
    We’ve been best friends forever but there were a bunch of years when she was out here all-alone and we nearly never talked during those years.
    I make a mental note to be a better friend before grabbing the tray and delivering the scotch and ice.
    The next hour is so busy that I don’t have time to dwell on my stranger’s return to the bar but he’s never far from my mind. As I take orders and serve drinks, he stays in his seat, but doesn’t try to talk to me or get my attention.
    When the band starts packing up he stands too, leaving money on the table before disappearing out the door without even a glance in my direction.
    He just walks out, without a word.
    I frown after him.
    What the hell?
    All men are bastards.
    Is he trying to make a point?
    Teach me a lesson?
    Shaking my head, I almost burst out laughing. He’s just like every other man I’ve been with.
    It’s all just a big