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She'd worn a blue low cut knit top on purpose. No bra. None needed for what she was after. Licking her lips, she looked back at Ryan. "I'm Luanne." She held out her hand.
He took her small hand in his and then quickly looked away. Funny, he almost looked uncomfortable. "Ryan." His voice was a low baritone and it sent chills of excitement down her spine.
"Nice to meet you, Ryan." She added with a smile.
"Don't talk much, do you?"
"Well, I guess we're going to have a quiet night, then." She rolled her eyes for effect and nursed the beer the bartender had set in front of her. She grabbed a paper from the corner of the bar and opened it up. "Damn, the Panthers won again! They might actually make it all the way this year." Come on, take the bait. I know you're a fan.
"They'll go all the way." His tone was bored. He took a swig of his beer, never looking at her.
"Don't like glasses?" she pointed to the empty frosted glass in front of him.
"Don't need it. Excuse me a minute."
He had manners. Didn't talk much, but he had manners. She put her hand in her pocked and palmed the vial of liquid while she watched him head to the men's room. This was too easy. Way too easy. A chill ran down her spine.
The bartender turned his back and she emptied the vial into the beer bottle. That should loosen him up a bit.