I glanced up into the bar mirror, realizing I had a clear shot of a handsome guy sitting behind me. Wow...tall, wide shoulders, black hair and dark eyes, clean-shaven, his face missing the trendy line of stubble. He was studying my back, and as I watched, I caught a small smile curve his full lips as his eyes shifted, running down my exposed legs. He moved his index finger over his lips, back and forth, like a metronome keeping time. His eyes pulled...