I didn't look at them directly, but I felt their conversation stall, their collective gaze tracking my path towards the long, mahogany bar at the far end. I took a stool, the cool velvet a shock against the back of my thighs.
“Tequila.,” I called to the bartender, my voice cutting through the murmur of a few other suited stragglers.
I turned, playing the part of a woman waiting for someone. And I was—just not anyone in particular. I was a promise, an opportunity. I didn't have to wait long. I knew the Alcatraz brothers were watching me. It seemed they had come for me together.
“Pardon the intrusion,” a voice came from over my shoulder. It was husky, smooth, laced with expensive scotch. Rhett. His silver mask made his eyes look like chips of ice.
I turned slowly, letting him take in th
