As I wipe the glass in my hand, I murmur to myself, “Get used to it. You made this choice.”
“What choice?”
I look up to see Drew sitting down across the bar from me.
“Good evening, Drew.” I smile at him, forcing my troubles aside. “What are you doing here?”
He taps the back of my hand. “You seem to be all over the place lately. Everything okay?”
I give him a half smile. “Like it always is. You want a draft?”
“Make it two. And are those fish and chips on the dinner menu tonight? I’ll take an order of those, as well.”
I look around. “Where’s your mini-me?”
Drew gives me a pained smile. “Tim is sleeping over at a friend’s house. I never give him permission to spend the night away from home, but he’s been adamant. The boy has a way of wearing me down.”
I chuckle. “Well, he’s at that a
