Instead of replying, Georgia checks her watch and stands. “All right. Time to get this training party started.”

Georgia reminds me of myself. She’s quirky and a ball of energy, and everyone loves her.

I slide off my stool and am on her heels as she gives me a tour of the bar and introduces me to the employees I haven’t met.

Oh shit.

Here we go.

My heart freezes and then pounds when we stop at the bar. The new closeness provides me with a better look at Lincoln, a better look at every physical feature I find attractive.

I know; I know. Boys get me in trouble.

Literally.

Something about this man is different.

Maybe it’s my being on a strict no-guys diet and my weakness is standing in front of me.

Maybe it’s that the only eye candy I had for months was Blue Beech eye candy, and that shit hasn’t changed since middle school.

A little flirting won’t hurt, and it’ll keep me entertained in this new, boring life of mine.

“You met Archer.” Georgia’s sugary-sweet voice snaps me back into reality. “And this is Lincoln. They’re our bartenders for the night.”

I display my flirtiest smile, hoping it’s not overkill.

He returns the smile; it’s friendly, easygoing, nowhere near as desperate as mine.

Dammit.

“Hi, I’m Cassidy.” I step in closer. “Your future wife.”

I was voted Most Outspoken in my senior class.

Talk to a crowded room? No problem.

Meet new people? Sign me up.

My lack of shyness and wit is why my parents said I’d make a great attorney.

Thanks for ruining that, asshole ex.

I went from studying the law to breaking it.

Georgia snorts behind me as I level my attention on Lincoln. He throws his head back and laughs. It’s deep, rumbling, masculine—my new favorite sound.

“You working here?” He tilts his head forward and smiles. It’s a smile that nearly buckles my knees. “Are you even old enough to legally buy a drink?”

Hot and a smart-ass.

One point for Lincoln.

This will be fun.

“Obviously,” I fire back. “Or they wouldn’t have hired me.”

“I stand corrected.” He winks. “I’m the fun bartender.” He jerks his head toward Archer. “He’s not.”

Archer gives him a warning glare.

Lincoln shrugs with a smirk.

I grin harder.

Archer murders our flirting when he says, “You go train away, baby,” to his girlfriend. He slaps her ass with a towel and kisses her.

I’d place my hand over my chest and moan aww had he not thrown off my flirting with his brother.

With a silent groan, I shuffle away from the bar on Georgia’s heels, forcing myself not to check if Lincoln is watching me.

“So … why aren’t you working at Maliki’s bar?” Georgia asks.