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“Don’t you have employees you need to schmooze with or something? Or maybe new hires to sweet-talk into your bed?” It’s a low blow, and I regret it the minute the words pass my lips.

Something flashes in his eyes. “You’re a mean drunk, Molly.”

When he walks away, I keep my ass glued to my barstool instead of running after him like I want to. Hell, he saved my ass when he hired me