Six years later
Noah Cutler locked his car and paused at the entrance to Jimbo's. The last time he'd been here he'd been at a party with Randi Alexander. Six years later he was here for another party, aware she would again be here, and more nervous than he'd been since tracking a Great White off the coast of Australia.
If he had a lick of sense he'd have turned down Jeff Nagle's invitation to the party, begging off with an overload of work. But the man was still his best friend, despite the fact that they saw each other so infrequently now and that friendship was relegated to phone calls and texts. Luckily his current assignment had brought him back to San Antonio in time to celebrate his friend's birthday with him. Living in New York and traveling the world hadn't given him much chance
