Stepping back with equal reluctance, Rory rests his hands on Pippa's shoulders and his forehead against hers. "I understand, sweet. Cranky bartenders are never a good thing. And I need to get back to the band."

Lifting his head, he smiles down at those blue, blue eyes. "I'll catch you later, right? And we should get together sometime when we can really talk ... just the two of us."