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exchanged beverage for money, then took a few more orders before she returned.
    She picked up the plate of wings from the pass-through window and delivered them to Marco, along with a refill of his beer.
    “So what’s with you and Bobby?” he asked.
    “Nothing. He’s just a regular customer.”
    “And the number you gave him?”
    “It’s a game we play,” she admitted. “Random numbers that he tries to guess the significance of.”
    “Since you’ve made your phone number off-limits, what number would you give me?”
    She held his gaze for a minute, considering. “Three,” she decided.
    “Three,” he echoed, as he selected a wing from his plate. “Is that the number of dates we’ll have before you let me see you naked?”
    She rolled her eyes, but the color that rose in her cheeks suggested she wasn’t as unaffected by the idea as she was pretending to be. “The number of times you’ll come in here to hit on me before deciding to turn your attention in another direction.”
    “That response shortchanges both of us,” he told her. “You, because you’re worth a lot more effort than that. And me, because it suggests I’m fickle and/or shallow.”
    She lifted a shoulder—a dismissive half shrug. “I guess time will tell.”
    * * *
    Of course, Marco wasn’t the type to turn down a challenge.
    He went back to O’Reilly’s on Wednesday and again on Thursday, but he stayed away over the weekend. His absence was for both strategic and practical reasons. Strategically, he wanted her to have some time to think about him and, hopefully, to look forward to seeing him again. Practically, he had his own responsibilities at Valentino’s and he knew that the pub would be too busy for them to talk.
    Monday night, he left his family’s restaurant after the dinner rush, arriving at the pub just before nine o’clock. Jordyn looked up when he walked in, and her eyes met his from across the room. When she smiled, he knew that she was happy to see him—even if she wasn’t willing to admit it aloud.
    “Smithwick’s?” she asked as he settled onto a stool at the bar.
    “Sure.”
    He watched her pour his beer, admiring the dark green vest with the O’Reilly’s logo above her left breast worn over a simple white T-shirt tucked into slim-fitting jeans. He wasn’t sure if it was a uniform, but it was her standard attire for working behind the bar.
    “If you want food tonight, you should let me get your order in before the Brew Crew shows up.”
    He’d forgotten that the baseball team played on Monday nights, after which the players would head to O’Reilly’s for food and drinks.
    “It gets pretty busy then?” he guessed.
    “It gets crazy,” she admitted.
    Half an hour later, he saw that she wasn’t kidding.
    There were two waitresses working the floor tonight, and they pushed together several tables to accommodate the group that arrived. It wasn’t just the ballplayers—some of the men had their wives or girlfriends with them, and a few had even brought their kids. The ones who were single flirted with the waitresses—or stopped by the bar to order their drinks directly from Jordyn and flirt with her instead.
    Since it was a little crowded around the bar, he took his beer and joined his sister and brother-in-law at their table, listening to their recap of the game—an exciting, come-from-behind victory over the Badge(r)s, a team primarily made up of local law enforcement.
    For the better part of two hours, they ate and drank and chatted. Pitchers of beer were emptied, platters of finger foods devoured. He was pleased to see Renata out with her husband, enjoying a break while their mother watched over her granddaughters. When they finally left, he made his way back to the bar.
    Jordyn was shelving a tray of clean glasses when he returned to the stool he’d vacated earlier.
    “I thought you left when Craig and Renata did.”
    “No, but I did switch from beer to coffee about an hour ago,” he said,