Andrew shook his head. "You can't handle me. But like I just said, I'm not interested in you."

The bartender, Gaia Evans, sneered. "What, you don't think I'm pretty?"

Andrew felt a headache coming on. "Lady, knock it off. I'm here waiting for someone. And have you looked in a mirror lately? Pretty? Women from this region have the shortest shelf life, and I don't need to explain that, do I? To be honest, compared to my ladies back home, you could be their grandmother!"

Gaia flew into a rage. "