"And Hugh Jackman, because if I see anyone in here looking like him, that will be the end," Cox finished, then drained the rest of the drink in his hand. His female coworker blinked at him, as she usually did, and he sighed.
He missed Jo. And it just made him dislike scalpel jocks more.
When the couple approached the bar, he moved toward them, sliding his glass to the side as he did. To his credit, he didn't even blink at the apparent supernatural attractiveness of the pair. Tiny brunettes weren't his type and neither were men. Besides, he'd seen stranger things.
"What can I get you?" he asked, then narrowed his eyes at Alice. "Sissy drinks not on the list."