Excerpt: Burn For Me by J.H. Croix; all rights reserved
AmeliaI shoved through the door into the bar, coming to a quick stop as my eyes adjusted to the light. I brushed a wet lock of hair off of my cheek and threaded through the tables to the bar at the back. Once I slipped onto a stool, the bartender spun to face me. He was a jolly looking man with round blue eyes.
“I’m Tank. You look like you could use a drink,” he announced, his wide smile softening his observation.
“A beer will do,” I replied.
“House draft okay?” he asked.
At my nod, he spun around. Within seconds, he’d handed me my beer and silently offered a clean towel. Though it was tiny, seeing as it was a bar towel, I quickly scrubbed it over my dripping wet hair and face before handing it back to him. I settled in to try to
