Chapter Twenty Seven

GAVIN

The guy’s vacated seat was still warm when I slid into it. She didn’t say a word to me. Just stared back, rested her cheek back against the bar, eyes half-lidded and those slender fingers loosely wrapped around her glass.

“What are you drinking?” I asked, glancing at the near-empty glass in front of her.

“Whiskey sour.” She said, not even bothering to look up this time.

Right then, the barte