5
I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d set foot in a bar. I typically preferred my drinks on my patio overlooking the water with silence around me. Not drunk people shouting and a bartender to tip.
But I was trying.
Ian led me to the bar and sat down. He nodded to the stool next to him when I hesitated.
“Guys, this is Doctor Allison. He treated Ms. Georgia, if you haven’t met him.” Ian could have swallowed a canary with that wide grin. Smart a*s.
“You can call me Nico,” I told the others. “Ian thinks he’s being funny.”
“He always thinks that. It’s rarely true,” Ramsey Holland said.
“But that is true,” Hudson Grant added with a nod to Ramsey. “What can I get you to drink?”
“Just a beer is great.”
Hudson eyed me for a long moment and asked, “Are you sure? You don’t seem li
