He kept not-so-casually looking over his shoulder in Jamie’s direction. He had been standing at the side of the crowd in front of the stage with a group of guys and girls. Jamie had been particularly interested in a small guy with sandy blonde hair. For the past hour or so both girls had been working up to initiating some sort of contact with the two guys whose attention they seemed to have caught. They only played cover songs but had pretty good renditions. Harley couldn’t remember the name of the band but they were talented. Harley, Jamie and several of their friends were hanging out at Jay’s, one of the few bars in Lexington to play good live music. She slipped her way through the crush of people to gain a spot at the bar with Jamie following in the path that she carved. Come on, let’s get another Jagerbomb and work on a game plan.” Harley led the way back to the bar to buy another round of shots. And besides, I don’t see you talking to the hottie that keeps looking over here,” Jamie shot back rolling her eyes.Ĭhuckling, Harley responded, “That’s because he is more than a three shot hottie. You should just go talk to him,” Harley laughed. This book would not have been possible without the support and encouragement of my brilliant and patient friends Shannon, Anita, Edgar, Katie and Devan.
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