Without Doubt
that immunity of mine hasn’t shown
its pretty little face yet.
    “ Uh, yeah we do. Whenever
you get a minute; no rush. Thanks.”
    I honestly can’t tell by the tone of his
voice how he’s reacting to me refusing him my name. Out of the
corner of my eye I watch him strut back to his table, where Barbie
looks irritated. That’s a bonus.

Chapter Three
    Declan

    Nobody at my table seems to know her name.
It’s driving me crazy. She brought our next round but didn’t look
my way once. I wonder what that means… she’s not interested? I kind
of doubt that. I can tell by her body language, the way her eyes
lose focus when they meet mine and her breathing accelerates as she
listens to me talk to her, that I affect her when I’m near her. I’d
waited to ask the guys if they knew her name until after she
dropped off our drinks in an attempt to avoid being completely
obvious, which also helped prevent them from making a big spectacle
in front of her. Now, I kind of wish they had made the spectacle—at
least then I might know her name.
    I’ve been keeping a discreet eye and ear
towards the bar to see if I can over hear anything. She’s a hard
worker that’s for sure; the bar patrons are chatty with her and she
keeps up with them but hasn’t stopped moving once. She laughs
wholeheartedly and smiles the entire time, like there’s nowhere
else she would rather be. You have to admire that.
    Max walks out from the back looking as jolly
as he usually does and bellows, “AVA!” as he walks straight up to
the beautiful, leggy blonde.
    Ava.
    She glances up and exchanges a few words,
then wipes down the bar one more time before she walks toward the
back. I see her go into the ladies’ room in the hallway before you
get back to the back office. Without thinking twice, I once again
remove Rachel from my lap and walk to the hallway. I set up post
leaning against the wall so she sees me as soon as she comes out,
but far enough back that nobody can see me standing here like a
creeper.
    The door opens after just a couple minutes
and she comes out looking down at her shoes as she adjusts her
shirt. Everything about this girl is driving me wild. She finally
looks up just before she runs into me and freezes, a look of
surprise on her face. Her green eyes are wide and bright and the
faint blush on her cheeks deepens the longer she looks and doesn’t
speak. Her next movement is her eyes making the trip down and back
up again along my body. That one little movement…well, it’s
something I want her to continue, that’s for sure.
    “ Ava,” I say quietly, a
smirk that I can’t seem to control playing on my lips.
    She’s seems to have found her ground and
regroups. She stands taller and looks less distracted. She smiles
widely, which shows off one small dimple low on the right side of
her mouth. “Sterling. Ava Sterling. Good for you; didn’t take you
so long. Although I have to admit that I kind of thought you’d find
out a whole lot quicker than you did.” She shrugs her shoulders and
walks past me into a break room.
    I turn to follow her and my eyes fall to the
delicious curves of her backside. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I could have
extracted the information straight from the source if I really
tried. On second thought, I doubt I would have had to try all that
hard,” I say to her back as I follow her into the room.
    She stops abruptly and turns fiercely. “Oh
you cocky little—” She’s cut off from finishing that sentence when
her phone starts singing JT’s “Sexy Back.” Her eyes go wide again
and she searches furiously for her phone in her apron.
    I motion to the chair I’m standing next to
for permission to sit down and she nods her head yes as she answers
the phone.
    “ Hi.” Her voice is low and
she sits down in the chair next to me as she angles her face toward
the ground. Probably trying to block me from hearing her
conversation. “Yeah, it’s going good. Um, I am actually sitting
with…” she looks

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