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ANNETTE'S POV "Another shot, please!" I yelled, brain foggy and trying to push off memories of today off my head. "And a bottle of your best house whiskey." The bartender flashed me a concerned look but went on to do his job, much to my relief. As he shoved the bottle and dropped the shot, he seemed to ramble on something about sending me out if I ordered more. "If only," I slurred. "If only you know how hurt I am, you wouldn't say that." A strong arm pulled my by the waist and I was suddenly so close to a strange body that felt nothing like Connor's. The bar was blaring with music so as the figure placed his mouth close to my ear to speak, I could smell alcohol oozing out of his mouth as well. He had a hoarse voice. "Hey, baby. Who the hell had the nerve to hurt a delicate flower li