Words & Whiskey

Words & Whiskey

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#1 in roommates tag 03|12|2018 #2 in new adult tag 12|12|2018 #3 in drama tag 23|06|2019 *Originally titled 'The Art of the Bartender's Heart'* "Can I help you?" I snapped, arching a brow. The man in front of me gave me a lopsided smirk, "Feisty. I like that." I rolled my eyes, sipped my drink and narrowed my eyes at the bartender, "Shouldn't you be doing your job?" "There's other things I could be doing," he responded with a wink. He started pouring another drink, "Got a name?" "Audrey." The man gave me a wicked grin, "I'm Nathan." A/N: This is a mature New Adult romance!
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