Three
Bryn paused in the doorway to shake the snow off her coat before handing it to the coatroom clerk. She was glad she’d traded in her lethal high heels early in her adventures in the Mile-High City. In honor of the storm, she’d also traded in her cowboy boots for snow boots with deep treads because she didn’t intend to break her neck, or any other bone, crossing an icy parking lot.
Her coat dealt with, her gaze swept the restaurant, looking for the Kirby table. Her nose inhaled the yummy food smells filling the warm air. It was easy to spot her group. It was the largest in the room, dominating a large portion of a corner that had probably been quiet before it was invaded. The table had a finished-eating look that didn’t bode well for her empty tummy—which promptly grumbled.
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