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Marnie had forgotten about Dylan, who seemed to also be finishing off a drink—something dark in a glass, on the rocks. ‘Tough day?’

‘I lost my job this morning.’

‘That does suck. I think I should buy you a drink.’

She could well afford to buy her own drinks, even without a job, and she didn’t really need his company, either. Dylan Brookes wouldn’t have been her first choice of drinking partners, but it did beat a total stranger, and he didn’t seem in a hurry to leave, making her wonder if maybe he had a few woes to drown, as well.

‘All right, then.’

‘Another chardonnay? Or perhaps something stronger?’

She waved over a server. ‘I’d like a shot of Patrón, two limes, with a Dos Equis back, please.’ She turned to Dylan and shot him an innocent smile. ‘And for you?’

Dylan shot her a smile that said there was some sign of life in there. ‘Same.’

The server returned with their drinks, and Dylan lifted his shot glass in a toast.

She lifted her own glass and nodded. Then Dylan licked the salt off the rim of the glass and she nearly fell off her chair in shock.

Things were looking up.