The gritty sound of a guitar captured Ally's attention the moment she stepped inside Midnight Blues nightclub. Hues of green, red, and blue lit up the stage to the right of the bar. Trailing her eyes over the stage, she didn't recognize the band playing, but the sultry riffs made her want to join the crowded dance floor.
Instead, she followed Cassie to the bar, pulling out a stool as she slid across the plush cushion. Cassie waved at the bartender, a stocky man with tribal tattoos encircling well-defined biceps. He gave her a crooked smile, nodding his head in their direction.
Ally noticed the smile creeping across Cassie's lips. "Are you and the bartender friends?"
Cassie grinned. “Maybe. I come here often, and not just for the music or the liquor.” Her eyes flitted back to the bartend
