CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Hey, Pretty Lady.” The Hispanic bartender with the Geraldo Rivera mustache beamed from behind the bar. “What can I get you?”
Leslie slid onto the stool, demonstrating a dismissive wave.
“Bad day?” He grinned. “How about a Bud Light? Or do you want something stronger?”
She exhaled, laying her head on the counter. “That’s fine.”
“You all right?” He poured the foamy beer and served it to her. “Hate to see such a beautiful woman so upset.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m not in a habit of telling strangers my business.” She sipped the ice-cold brew. “Let me drink in peace.”
He half-smiled and gravitated toward the Hispanic couple at the end of the bar.
“He was just trying to be nice,” a husky, male voice flowed from Leslie’s left.
She cut her gaze to the handso
