Rigley’s wasn’t somewhere that Luke went on a regular basis, not being a big drinker, but he’d gone on Friday with his brothers-in-law, Andrew and Cody, for a boy’s night out while his mother was hosting one of those pyramid scheme parties like Tupperware or whatever silly thing her friend, Mae, was pushing this month.
The three men had been shooting pool and drinking beer for the better part of two hours that evening when a dark-haired woman sauntered past Luke and popped a dollar in the jukebox. She picked some pop country song. Luke didn’t recognize it right off, all those crooners sounded the same to him, the tenor voices with a Nashville twang, even if they were from somewhere like Chicago or Canada.
Luke leaned on his pool cue, gaze floating over the woman’s slim figure, narrow wai
