Chapter 6
NickI walked into the restaurant and scanned the bar area. No Micky yet.
Our table wasn't ready, so I nudged my way through the last stragglers of the happy hour crowd to secure a spot at the bar and order a drink. Looking again at the bar patrons, I made eye contact with a slender blonde a few feet away.
She had the Dallas hair, the Dallas smile, and the Dallas boobs to match. She gave a look that probably passed for coy in her mind. To me, it was a pure s****l appraisal. I took it in, but glanced away. It had been a while since I was free to pursue the many women in Dallas' social scene who gave me looks like that at bars. The woman reminded me of Vivienne—only less well-heeled.
Thoughts of skinny blondes evaporated when I turned around and saw Micky—with her smoky hazel ey
