CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
“You’ve been a million miles away tonight, boss,” Crystal said, strutting up to his side in Risqué the following night.
His meeting with Mattie had played in his mind for most of the day. Something about the offer niggled at him.
“Come here,” he said.
Snatching Crystal’s hand, he took her from behind the bar, across the room and up into his office. Closing the door, he released her hand and strode over to the desk.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Mattie came to see me last night.”
“Ah, the great achiever,” she said, striding over to the pool table that was usually concealed behind a curtain that cut his office in half. It was open because he’d played a few frames himself that afternoon while trying to straighten out his thoughts. “What did he want?”
“He made me
