Chapter 3
Alamo hadn’t entirely believed Ellen’s theory that Dash wouldn’t care that he’d had lunch with her, but he realized that she believed it. He didn’t know the guy, but whatever Dash had said or done was enough to convince Ellen that she didn’t matter to him. That much had been clear. Whether or not she was right remained to be seen.
A day later, Alamo was at Whiskey & Wolves, sitting at the bar and enjoying a drink. He needed to start work the following week, but until then he wasn’t doing much. He’d done enough unpacking to get himself sorted. He had pots and pans, towels and soap, bed linens and a pillow, and of course his tools, in case the bike needed anything. Food, rest, bath, and bike were all in order. The rest could wait. That left him with time on his hands and no woman
