Andrew
“What are you doing here?” Saxton asked with a laugh.
I snorted, the depressive cloud broken by his appearance. “Just having a couple of drinks.”
He accepted my handshake with a skeptical look. “I never see you here during the week. Not unless you’re having a meeting.”
“And I never see you here without a woman.”
Saxton caught the bartender’s attention. “I’ll have what my good buddy is having.”
I chuckled, either because of the whiskey I’d pounded or out of pleasure from seeing Saxton. “So what about it? Why are you here all by yourself?”
He turned to face me straight on. His hair was different again, the highlights he’d had the other week replaced by darker tones. “I figured it might be best to give that a breather. Just around here, you know. If I keep showing up with gir
