Shelby suddenly stopped with her drink halfway to her lips.
“Something wrong, miss?” the bartender asked.
“I just realized,” she said, amazed. “I’ve had sex with everyone in this room.”
“My ex-boyfriend is over there, with his brother. I’ve done ’em both. The man that just walked in is my neighbor. And I used to work for the dark-haired guy at the end of the bar, we were very close.”
“And the lady with him?”
“We were even closer.”
“That still leaves one.”
She turned, slowly, and looked at him. “Why, so it does,” she said, and she smiled.