Chapter 18
ShannonA few minutes later, the valet opened my door and helped me step out into the porch of the posh steakhouse. Jonah walked around the front of the car and took me by the arm.
He hadn’t exaggerated. The bar was a scene to behold. The room had everything that people thought Dallas was—except the cattle, which was more Fort Worth anyway. I spotted a Dallas Cowboy swigging a cocktail as tall as the hair on the large-breasted blonde he eyed in the corner. If I concentrated, I could hear a well-known country tune under the hot buzz of conversation blended with boisterous laughter.
Jonah led me to the bar, a long line of rich, dark wood with gleaming brass.
“Is this why they call it a bar I wonder?” I pondered aloud, sliding my hand along the rail.
“Probably. I never thought
