“I wasn’t ignoring you,” King denied, wincing as lights flashed in his brain.
Seetha slid off the stool and gathered her things. “Head hurting again, Pinnochio?”
“Am I supposed to feel insulted by that folk lore reference?” King asked.
Seetha shrugged. “No. Now if I’d called you Tin Man, then you would have had a reason.”
King snorted. “I refuse to apologize when I’ve done nothing wrong.”
She smiled at Franco when he appeared at King’s side. “Hello Franco. See? I told you I wouldn’t get bored.”
“Indeed, Ms. Harrington. But I still sincerely regret your long wait.”
Seetha gave King a look as she walked out of the bar. “I regret my wait too, but women can be stupid when they get obsessed with a guy. I can only say your bar’s outstanding drinks helped numb me to the pain. I hope the fo
