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“Sold on what?” the bartender asked as she reappeared.

Jo crossed her arms over the bar, leaning forward, her tits pressing against the edge of the wood. “I’ll take a cab and the red trout, please.”

“Do you want to start a tab or—”

“Put her on my bill,” I said.

The moment she was gone, finding the appropriate bottle of red, Jo said, “I hope you’re billing my father for this. The incidentals for the room—because there will be some, as I had a couple drinks—and now this.”

“I can afford to buy you dinner, Joanna.”

Fire.

That was what I was playing with.

But, fuck, I couldn’t help it.

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” she said. “But you don’t need to—that’s all I’m saying.”

“Here you go,” the bartender said, stopping me from replying as she placed Jo’s drink in front of her. “So, have you guys been to Park City before? Need any suggestions on what to do in the area?”

“This is her second time,” I replied, nodding toward Jo. “I’ve been coming here for a long time.”

“And it’s one of his fav