In no time, he pushed through the bar doors, from which music poured out. He took a few steps inside and searched for the group. It took only a second to see some of them at the pool table and another few sitting at tables they’d pushed together, creating a larger area. But no Mac. His eyes swept the bar again, then hunted the booths, since Mac had mentioned saving one for them, but Mac wasn’t anywhere. Disappointment bubbled up as Kevin debated whether to join the group at the table or get a booth himself in case Mac arrived. The notion of being stood up nagged at him.
“Are you going all the way in or do you plan on standing here the entire night?”
Kevin turned at the deep voice and drank in the beautiful man standing just inside the entrance. The gray short-sleeved shirt pulled tight a
