“Can I get you something, Clare?” The bartender asked, coming to their place at the bar.
At Clare’s head shake, she nodded and smiled at Michael. It was a ruse that they’d used many times when Michael looked like she didn’t recognize who she was talking to. It saved a lot of questions and the bartender knew Michael tipped well for the information. Michael downed the rest of her drink.
Clare continued, completely oblivious to the ruse, “You look like you need something tonight. A back rub? A good lay? Don’t tell me you hadn’t thought of that,” Clare added. “You’re not going celibate on us, are you?”
Michael gave a short laugh. “Far from it,” she replied. “I’ve just been busy.”
“Too busy for s*x?” Clare asked. Sometimes getting next to Michael took a lot of patience but the result was al
