Chapter Five––––––––
“Rowley Banner. What the hell are you doing here?” Bobby asked.
“I used to live here, remember? I was a Nighthawk two years ago,” the man said, directing his words and his intense stare at Nicki.
Rowley Banner wasn’t a bad looking man. He was about six-one, she figured, broad-shouldered with brown hair and gray eyes.
“Who’s this filly? She belong to anyone?”
Nicki saw Nat rise halfway from his seat, then stop. His face reddened as he glanced at her.
No, you can’t claim me, can you? Wish you would.
She continued to watch Rowley squeezing down next to her.
“This is a Nighthawk’s only table,” Bobby said.
“Yeah. No wife beater’s allowed, either,” Nat put in.
“Just shut the hell up, Owen. You don’t know s**t about it. Oops, sorry, Miss. Miss? I didn’t catch your n
