![]() Not that Zack agreed-Pike could tell that he was on the man’s “barely tolerate” list, and even when he was talking about SEAL stuff, he didn’t get particularly happy. Which was fine, because Pike knew that, like Fireball shots, he was an acquired taste. Oh he’d tried to cover it-for like five seconds-but Zack had not been happy to see him. Pike had been intending to get his swerve on even before Zack walked into Mellow all alone and put out over the no-shows. ![]() ![]() They’d done a round of shots, but Pike really needed at least two before he got buzzed. “Another round?” Pike headed to the bar without waiting for Zack to say no. He knew he’d regret this, probably within the hour, but at that moment he couldn’t stop his head from nodding. Across the room, the woman from earlier was talking to her friends and as if on cue, the whole table tittered and three blond heads swiveled in his direction before returning to the giggle fest. ![]()
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