The alcohol is definitely buzzing through my body because I can’t take my eyes off him. His buff biceps, the way his veins pop in his arms, and how his eyes focus on me as if I’m the only one in the bar are hypnotizing.

“Your turn.”

“Okay, get ready to lose.” He flashes an arrogant smirk. “I rode my first bull when I was nine. I won my first championship when I was nineteen. I’ve never had a one-night stand, then left the morning after without as much as a goodbye.”

I glare at him, knowing he purposely said that last one to see how I’d react. Well, too bad for him it won’t work.

“Nine years old? Bullshit. More Fireball for you,” I tell him confidently.

Gavin grins, placing it to his lips, but then sets it down in front of me. “Wrong, sweetheart.”

“No way! Nine years old?”

“Yep. Believe it.”

Groaning, I swallow down the shot. If I’m not careful, I’ll drink too much and let my guard down, which cannot happen.

“Well, we’re one and one. What’s the tiebreaker?” I ask, noticing two shots left.

“How about I ask you a question, and if you tell me the truth, I take both of these.”

“And if I lie?”

“You kiss me at midnight.”

I sit up straighter, keeping my eyes focused on his. Is he for real?

“How will you know if I’m telling the truth?” I ask.

“Because I already know the answer.”

“I might be drunk, but I’m not stupid,” I tell him.

“Never said you were, but you wanted a tiebreaker, and I gave you one.”

“How about we each take one and call it even?” I grab one of the glasses and hold it up.

“Why? Afraid you’ll actually have to be honest for once?” he challenges, and I can hear the hurt in his tone.

Instead of answering, I down the whiskey, then slam the empty glass on the bar. “You don’t know me, Gavin.”

He leans in close, causing heat to ripple through me. Then his mouth lowers to my ear. “I know enough to know you like your ass slapped.” Gavin licks his lips, then continues, “Hard.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, and flashes of our night resurface. Every time he’s near, memories flicker through my mind, and as much as I’ve tried to ignore it, with him so close, it’s impossible.

For a second, I want to give in to the desire and have a round two, but nothing good would come of it. He’s older, more experienced, and more likely to break my heart. It won’t end well.

“Excuse me,” I say, pushing off my stool.