“How are you, Sam?”
Sam nodded at me and unhooked the rope that was meant to stop people from wandering in off the street. It was all part of the illusion of making The Cage appear to be a classy and respectable place.
“Helena. Haven’t seen you around for a while.”
“I’ve been… preoccupied,” and I smiled in Danny’s direction.
“The preacher ain’t gonna like it,” Sam replied, shaking his head from side to side.
I laughed as I sauntered through the entry, Danny close behind me.
All the regulars were there. I could feel their eyes on me as I headed to the bar, their conversations dropping to a low murmur.
I leaned against the bar to talk to the barman — my short dress revealing the slightest glimpse of where my legs ended — and wiggled my butt.
“Hey, Rick, is preacher boy out the back?”
