Getting to the bar by six meant rushing out the door and hurrying through traffic. I snatched my purse out of the passenger seat and rambled down the sidewalk toward the bar. The happy hour crowds mingled, and it took me a while to locate Adam’s dark head standing by the bar. Then, I saw Melissa in a corner booth.
I maneuvered toward Adam and gestured toward the back corner. He headed that direction, and I trailed behind.
I squeezed between two partying strangers, only to be blocked by a group who’d pulled together two tables. I doubled back around a post, wondering if the fire marshal might show up and shut everything down.
My eyes stayed focused on my destination in the back corner, and I ran right into the back of a guy. His beer tipped, spilling half of it.
“Oh, my God. I’m so sorr
