Mitch stood outside Sand Dune for a few moments, peering inside over the wooden railings that gave patrons a view of the beach. Karla kept busy at the bar, serving drinks and teasing around with the customers. She smiled and laughed, but something else pulled her down, it seemed. Furthermore, he noticed every time Paul came out of the back, Karla scowled at him, and he went scurrying away with his tail between his legs. Something was going on there, and Mitch wished he knew what. Not that he didn't trust Karla to handle it, of course. While Karla could be volatile in nature, she had a strength about her that in no way diminished her femininity. She could handle her own and never even mess up her nails. She wasn't just tough; she was bad ass, but she had a soft, caring side about her that s
