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"Kara," I acknowledge Claire's friend. "I'm sure Austin would want me to send you his regards."
She rolls her eyes. "And I'm sure I'm the last person he's thinking about since he's spending his days and nights with Annabelle Rogers."
"Do I detect a hint of jealousy?"
She makes an unattractive snorting noise. "You remember Tori?" She gestures to the third woman sitting at the table.
I recognize the well put together pretty blonde. "Claire's friend from Uni, right?"
She nods and smiled. "Hi, Dylan."
"And you know Danni," Kara says, introducing the fourth female at the table.
I don't immediately recognize the woman with shoulder-length black hair until I think back through my file of Claire's friends and remember a pretty brunette with long brown hair. Danni must have dyed her hair and cut it. The look suits her.
"I like the new hairstyle, Danni."
Danni smiles and blushes a little.
"We thought you had the night off tonight," Kara says.
I grin. "Thought or hoped?"
"Does it matter?" Kara asks dryly.
"Well, sorry to disappoint, but I have a couple of girls I'm interviewing later this evening."
"Girls?"
"Yup."
"What about Brody's reputation for sexy bartenders?"
"Trust me, these girls are sexy as hell."
Seeing the look on Kara's face, I chuckle. "Brody's doesn't discriminate based on gender, Kara."
We certainly won't be hearing any complaints from our male patrons if I hire the girls. And considering that several staff members have given their notice lately, I can't afford to be picky. Providing these applicants can work the bar, I'll hire them. And the best way to see what they can do is to put them straight to work and see how they handle a crowd.
"That's a shame. I'm kinda liking the line-up back there at the moment," she says, her gaze fixed on the bar.
Deciding I'm not going to touch that one, I make a show of looking around the table before zeroing in on Claire.
"Where's Wall Street?"
"His name was Evan."
"Was?"
"Still is, but Evan himself is history," Kara tells me. "Get with the program."
"That's what I'm trying to do."
"We broke up," Claire says, her voice as flat as a bottle of lemonade that has been opened and left standing for a week.
It takes all the teasing responses I have lined up right out of me.
"Sorry to hear that," I murmur.
