Six Months Ago

NATALIE

I let him buy me a drink.

Sure, I might have said that I was only going out to Mulligan’s for one drink. And yeah, I might have already finished that drink.

But that decision was made before I found myself next to him.

And I’d already rejected his offer of buying me a drink once. I couldn’t say no a second time, could I?

As a surgeon, I was never the biggest fan of Grey’s Anatomy.

You know, something about all the medical inaccuracies and how everyone always died felt a little repetitive.

But sometimes, I didn’t mind tuning it out and just…

appreciating. It was okay to just live in a fantasy land filled with hot doctors every once in a while.

I felt like I’d slipped into an episode tonight, being that this whole thing was a bit unrealistic and had the potential to end in an emotional wreck.

But more importantly, this little pub might as well be a fantasy land.

Because while the man beside me said he worked in law, he sure looked like Dr. Jackson Avery.

Minus the eyes. Cam had warm, brown eyes that I seemed to be sinking further into with every sip of my beer.

I should really, really stop looking at them.

“Have you been here before?” he asked. “They have a hell of a whiskey list, if you like that kind of thing.”

I shrugged.

If I kept evading his questions, did that make me seem cool and mysterious and less like I was just a little out of my depth when it came to flirting with handsome men?

“If I said I came here all the time, would you believe me?”

He raised a curved brow. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Because I haven’t sat at a bar like this in years, I thought to myself.

Cam chuckled to himself when I just shrugged again. “I wouldn’t. But I’d believe you enough to be coming back here every night after this, anyway.”

A breathless laugh left my lips. “Yeah?”

He was being over-the-top. A flirt.

But then his expression became stoic, his eyes flicking over me once and then dropping to his glass.

“Yeah,” he repeated into his beer as he took a sip.

And something about it all made me say, “You know, I wouldn’t mind seeing that whiskey list.”

Cam’s eyes shot to mine.

A grin appeared again.

“Coming right up, Sunny.”

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