33 Gainesville, Virginia“It’s sad, isn’t it?” Rita Burke pointed her chin at the corner television while she set down a tray of empty pilsners.
Drew Nilsen only shrugged. He didn’t even bother to look at the screen. Just last week his aloofness drove Rita crazy. Now that she had decided he was dating material, she didn’t mind. Instead, she saw his brooding silence as sexy. He didn’t have time for the news.
When he came in late this afternoon his hair was still wet, and he smelled so good like he had just stepped out of the shower. The only reason he was stuck bartending was so he could attend culinary school during the day. She liked how he looked in the tight, black T-shirts he wore, hinting at the six-pack abs. The hem of his shirt was tucked neatly into his blue jeans. She liked the w
