Nine
“Here you go, Brandon.”
Adam glanced up at the cute, brown-haired bartender. With a wink, she slid the frosty bottle of Moose Drool across the bar at him, and he caught it deftly. He took a sip and let the liquid swirl through his mouth. Damn, it was good. It looked like he’d be staying in Devyn for a while yet, so at least he had a decent beer to help him pass the time. And a sexy bartender, he added, raking his eyes appreciatively over the young woman.
“Thanks, Amber.”
“Sure thing, babe.”
She moved off to tend another patron, hips swaying sassily. Aelissm may have been the woman he compared every other to, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate a fine specimen like Amber. It wasn’t only her physical attributes that he found so appealing—though those would make any man paus
