It had been a slow night—well, Mondays in September.
Noah waved as his last customer walked out of the Golden Circle, and he locked the door. He went around to the beer signs in the windows, snapping off each one, and then he unplugged the jukebox and the air hockey game, and the televisions he’d brought in for the various sports games. Pop had only had one, but there were a lot of sports bars in town, and Noah wanted to keep up with the competition.
A knock on the door drew his attention.
He opened the door. “I’m sorry, I’m—” His mouth went dry as he saw who was standing there. It had been eight years since the last time Noah had seen Gabriel Granger, but the vampyre was as gorgeous as ever. And Noah’s d**k agreed.
“I heard you’d taken over running the tavern,” Gabriel said.
“Yeah—ye
