"Pardon me, miss, would you allow me the pleasure of buying you a drink?" a man asked.
Sierra turned to face a well-dressed, attractive man who had a hint of gray at each temple.
"I've already done the honors." Drake approached them.
"Mr. McCalister," the man said in a surprised tone. "Good to see you. It's been a while since we've last met. I didn't know that this lovely lady was with you."
"Sierra, this is Mr. Darrell Casey, a very well-known trader throughout the Gulf of Mexico." Drake slipped his arm around Sierra's waist. Sierra smiled pleasantly at Darrell, although her stiff body alerted Drake that she wasn't pleased with his show of possession.
"McCalister, you are a lucky devil." Darrell grinned wide. "But then, you always were. Excuse me." He walked away.
As soon as the man
