Chapter 4“Mr. Milligan?” Carrie said.
He glanced up from the incident report he was writing. I hate incident reports. Why on earth did that bimbo have to try and play two cowboys against each other after they'd each had three beers? He would need to place an order for two new chairs next and see if he could repair the table. Chase sighed. A new table was not in the budget. There had to be a way to salvage the damaged one.
“Mr. Milligan?”
“Yes, Carrie?”
The blond with the tied-up plaid shirt and daisy duke shorts gave him a flirtatious grin, leaning forward so the somewhat less than convincing cleavage threatened to spill out of her top. “The margarita machine in the karaoke bar is on the fritz again. Jake wants to know if you can please come out and fix it?” she batted her false eyelas
