The light of the bar illuminated Ivy’s face as she leaned against the counter, her fingers toying absently with the rim of her glass. The bartender in front of her poured another round of bourbon with practiced ease, the amber liquid splashing softly against the ice. Ivy smiled faintly, her red lips curved in satisfaction as she stared into the drink. The day had been eventful.
Her mind wandered back to earlier—her encounter with Bentley, the charged silence between them after her ‘little show.’ She let out a soft chuckle, amused by the way she had gotten under his skin. But that wasn’t what lingered in her thoughts now. No, something—or rather, someone else—had caught her eye in Savannah's office today.
Castiel Sterling.
At least just in case she couldn't have Bentley, she should have
