Chapter Six
Bobbi Jo
When the door opened, and Cash came walking in alone, I had this feeling he’d come to see me. And I didn’t like that at all. “Hi,” I said curtly, nodding. “Beer?”
He shook his head as he looked at the pool tables which were full already. “I thought I’d play a game of pool. Looks like everyone thought the same way I did.”
Trixie from the Speedy Stop couldn’t take her eyes off him, and I watched her get up from the table of girls she sat at. I didn’t have much time to save the poor guy. “Why don’t you take a seat at the bar while you wait?”
Eyeing the empty barstool in front of me, he looked like he didn’t know what to do. “Are there any other bars with pool tables around here?”
Trixie was closing in, and I had to move fast, or he’d be her mark for the night. Cash
