Chapter 1Barnaby Lassiter thought perhaps if he squinted his left eye and tilted his head a bit to the right the guy leering at him from the other end of the bar could pass for him. The man at the other end had dark hair and glasses like him. Maybe if he had another drink or two or three he could pretend.
The man, apparently feeling encouraged by Barnaby looking at him, got up, and made his way toward him. Barnaby shook his head and took a sip of his chocolate martini. Nope, not even close to looking like Nathan.
“Hey, gorgeous,” the man said as he reached Barnaby. His hand smoothed over Barnaby’s jean-covered knee. “Can I buy you another one?”
Barnaby smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. I’m meeting someone here.” Which was not a lie, actually. And he was glad of that.
The guy’s smile t
