Chapter Four
“Never realized you were a gin and tonic woman,” Owen said, taking in Tessa as she sat on the bar stool beside him, leaning on the old dark wood bar top and swirling a plastic stir stick in her drink after squeezing in a lime.
“And I never expected you to just get in my car and let me drive,” she replied. She tapped the stick on the edge of her glass and set it on the bar counter, then lifted the glass and took a swallow.
Owen gripped his double shot of whiskey. A pint of beer wasn’t going to do it for him. He needed something stronger and with a bite.
“There you go, not answering,” she said. “Why do you do that? I don’t get it. This here…” She gestured between them.
He stood and leaned beside her, not missing the scent of lavender. Maybe it was her shampoo or soap, but i
