Jack maxed out his credit card shouting, “This round’s on me,” too many times. It was all Lauren’s fault. If he hadn’t been trying to impress her, he would have behaved with more common sense. It was all a waste, anyway, because he couldn’t even get her to make eye contact with him, no matter what he did to make himself look appealing. He wondered if . . .
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…Lauren was just a little too preoccupied with Marc’s biceps to fully appreciate Jack’s own romantic efforts. Jack looked down at his own sponge-hard biceps and sighed. At that moment somebody tugged at his elbow. Jack turned sharply. It was Muriel, looking up at him with her soulful eyes.
Gah, Jack thought, Muriel again. She stared at him with those big brown eyes so much it made him nervous.
“I can help with this round,” Muriel said. “I heard the waiter say your card was refused.”
Jack steered her away from the table so Lauren wouldn’t hear the conversation. “That would be great,” he said. He . . .