Briar
“I think the bar’s getting luckier. You should see the men coming in these days,” Elena said, toying with her black locks.
“I wouldn’t get carried away with any fella that comes by here,” Kettie scoffed.
“The bar isn’t so bad,” I said, whipping down the counter.
“You’re only saying that because you caught the one per cent of decent men that come in here,” Kettie said.
I wouldn’t call Ridge decent. He didn’t deal drugs, nor did he leave a thousand-dollar tab here that never got paid. I swear Iris lost money on those tabs, but she was scared to stop running tabs because she was scared that it would chase customers.
“Are you sure about that?” Elena asked.
“What do you mean?” Kettie asked.
Elena pointed out of the window. The sun gleamed over a shiny red motorbike. The roar of
