As conversation continued at their table, Ethan shifted in his seat for a better view of Forbes. Resentment bubbled low in his gut. He didn’t want to waste his attention on this low-life. But this was the job and he was, technically, still on duty. In truth, he’d been damned lucky to get this long a stretch to flirt with Miranda without interruption.
Was Forbes already drunk? Analyzing his gait, Ethan didn’t think the man had come in already lit. He didn’t make waves as he headed for the bar, though the usual cloud of belligerence hovered around him. People automatically fell back, as if sensing impending trouble. Ethan almost, almost wished he’d get into it with somebody. Just go ahead and do something, anything he could be hauled in on. But that meant Ethan would have to deal with it, a
