For the next hour, they snacked on half-price happy-hour appetizers and told Sean stories about their adventures in teaching. The crowd in the bar had grown as time passed, and they had a hard time getting their waitress’s attention. Emma stood and went to the bar to get drinks.
By the time she muscled her way through the crowd, she found herself nearly plastered against Caleb, of all people. Why couldn’t she have taken a different path to the bar? She raised her hand to get the bartender’s attention.
Caleb’s hand cupped her a*s. Emma flinched and turned her head to him. “What are you doing?”
“I figure sharing a drink here is as good as a third date. We all know what getting to the third date means.” His palm caressed her.
She stomped on his foot. “Don’t touch me unless I invite you to
