When Adam arrived at the Whiskey Den, M was in a good mood. He’d never seen him in a good mood.
“Hey, Adam.” He smiled. “There’s a whole table of tipsy cats in the corner. If you can handle the whistles and groping, those ladies are phenomenal tippers.”
“Yeah? Sure thing.”
He tied his apron around his waist and went to greet the table. By the time he’d made it back to the bar to place their orders, he had more than fifty in his pocket and two phone numbers.
“Busy nights are the best.” Delilah slid up next to him and grinned, but then she truly looked at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Which was a lie, but he did his best to sell it with a smile. When that didn’t work, he distracted her with a question. “What’s up with M? He was actually nice to me.”
“See? I told you he’s not a bad gu
