CHAPTER SIXTY
“I didn’t really think I’d be running into you here of all places,” Reagan commented meeting my gaze. We had shifted from the bar counter to a couch on the top dais overlooking the now crowded bar below. Music played in the background and a few people were grinding, reminding me of my husband who happened to miles away from me. Admittedly enough, I was missing him so much and it didn’t help that he seemed to be too busy these days to actually call me.
“I didn’t think I would be coming out of my coop today either when I woke up this morning,” I emptied the contents of my glass, feeling the drink burn its way down the back of my throat.
“And you are paying for our drinks,” Sheila slurred. She had to be way more drunk than I was if she was being this extremely nice to
