Brodie was being kind by flattering her. Tuck gave her the facts. “If you go any farther into the place we’ll lose visual,” Tuck said.
The Kindred were in a first-floor space on the opposite side of the street. This bar was long and there was a dance floor in the back near where the restrooms were. But if this was as far as the Kindred could see then she had no intention of venturing deeper inside.
Glancing around, she was going to check out if Ben was still looking at her. Her equilibrium tilted when she realized he was no longer seated where she’d seen him before. All of her apprehension whooshed out of her and was replaced by a fear that she’d failed before she had even started.
But before she could leap up and exclaim her apologies, someone slipped onto the stool beside hers. Ben. “
