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    “Four Roses,” he said.
    She blinked at him.
    “It’s a bourbon,” he said.
    “What do you usually like?” the waiter asked.
    Her eyes fell on the menu: more expensive than she’d thought it would be, and half the drinks had ingredients she’d never heard of.
    “To be perfectly honest, I drink a lot of Captain Morgan and Diet Coke,” she said. “I don’t know much about real cocktails.”
    The waiter’s finger tapped the menu. “How about an Aviation? It’s the perfect introduction.”
    Lucy swallowed at the price, and hoped Declan was paying. She didn’t have fifteen-dollar drinks in her budget. “Sure,” she said.
    “And another for you?” the waiter asked Declan.
    “Why not,” he said, and then he smiled right at Lucy. She felt her heart skip a beat, and there was a moment of silence at the table as the waiter left.
    “So,” she said. “What do you do?”
    “I’m an electrician at the college,” he said. “Not exciting, but it pays well and I can’t complain.” There was a brief pause as he sipped his bourbon. “You’re a student there, right?”
    “How’d you know that?”
    He shrugged, fingers still curled around the almost-empty glass. “You seem like it, I guess.”
    Lucy’s eyes fell on the wolf tattoo again. “I’m studying biology,” she volunteered. “I used to want to be a vet, but I don’t think I could do it. So I might become a research scientist, study frogs or birds or wolves or—“ she paused for a second, realizing what she’d just said. “Or something,” she finished.
    Declan laughed out loud. “I ought to offer to let you study a wolf right now,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling in the dim light.
    Lucy was horrified for a moment, staring at him as he laughed his easy laugh.
    Then, she started laughing too, leaning back in the booth. The waiter brought her drink over, and she was surprised to see that it was lavender, not at all the color she’d been expecting. The waiter whisked away Declan’s bourbon glass, and then they were alone again in the booth.
    “That’s quite a color,” he said, gesturing at her glass.
    “It is,” she admitted. “I didn’t realize it would be so.... Purple.”
    “Well, don’t judge it ’til you’ve tried it.”
    Lucy took a small, ladylike sip of her drink, locking eyes with Declan as she did.
    It was delicious, and strong. She took another sip, just for good measure.
    “It’s really good,” she admitted.
    “What was it called?”
    “An aviation.”
    “Are you flying yet?”
    She laughed. “Tell me about being an electrician,” she said. “Have you ever gotten electrocuted?”
    “Of course,” he said.

    Lucy had two more drinks at Declan’s urging, and she never even saw the bill — the waiter whisked it away before she could even protest.
    As soon as she got to her feet, she realized two things: one, that she’d driven herself there, and two, that she was too drunk to drive.
    “I could get a cab,” she said to Declan as they walked out of the bar and into the cool Idaho night.
    “Nonsense,” Declan said. “My ship’s still plenty right enough to drive you home, and I’ve got an extra helmet.”
    Lucy stopped short for a second. “A what?”
    “A helmet.”
    She didn’t get it.
    “For my motorcycle.”
    Of course he rode a motorcycle. Normally, she’d never have gotten one of the things, but as she tripped over the threshold of the bar Declan was right there, literally catching her in his arms, and she was surprised again at how strong he was, lifting her like it was no problem.
    “I shouldn’t,” she started, and then she looked up at his face. His eyes were like deep pools, surrounded by dark, almost-black hair, just a little bit shaggy.
    “Okay,” she finished that sentence.
    “I promise to be careful and obey all traffic laws,” he said.
    He was parked right in front of the bar and grabbed a second helmet out of a compartment on back of the bike, lowering it gently over
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