“A shot of tequila, please.” A familiar voice caught Wren’s attention.
She looked up to see Vivie, settling on one of the bar stools. She dropped her bag and coat noisily on the counter and leaned against it.
Wren returned the credit card to the customer standing before her, then turned to Vivie. “I can see you have fully embraced daytime drinking.”
“Save me the lecture and give me a goddamned drink,” Vivie said, rolling her eyes. “I had a long day.”
Wren placed a shot of tequila before her. “It’s only eleven in the morning, Vivie.” She shook her head, wiping her hands with a towel. “I doubt you’ve done anything that warrants this tiredness.”
Vivie threw back the shot, swallowing it in one gulp. She winced at the burn. “It was a long drive, Wren. Pour me another.”
Wren refilled her s
