Chapter 3: Spiel
Tal gave me a look that said I was out of my mind. One eyebrow was arched more than the other and his lips formed a sideways S. “You sure about the Budweiser?”
I wasn’t going to have a beer, although I liked its smooth taste down the back of my throat. I told myself I wasn’t going to get drunk again, ending my days of binging. “Change it. l want a diet cola. Nothing strong. I’m on the clock.”
“That’s a good choice, my friend.”
He was handsome, adorable, and cute, all at the same time with his face full of freckles and the cleft in the center of his chin. He flaunted model-soft skin the color of off white with a pinch of pink. No cowboy could have convinced me that he was of mediocre looks. On the contrary, the guy was good looking all the way around with his narrow wai
