My words must have impacted him because he throws his drink back and then, setting the empty beer mug down on the bar, gets to his feet. “I think I’m going to go home to my son now.”
“What about your date?” I ask, startled.
Drew gives me a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll apologize to her later. I just want my boy right now.”
He walks away from me, his shoulders slumped, and I don’t know why, but I feel like I did something wrong.
I get behind the bar and pour myself a drink to calm my nerves. I don’t usually make myself so prominent. I’ve always been careful to keep a low profile, but sometimes injustice gets to me. Freddy and his family are nothing short of tyrants around here. I don’t know why they’re allowed to do stuff like this. If I had not intervened, Freddy and h
