Chapter 3: It’s Best to Be Bad
The Rawhide Bar & Grille
Downtown Naples
7:56 P.M.
Cord parked his rented truck, climbed out and showed he was a complete gentleman by jogging around to open my door. I said, “Thanks, Cord. You’re spoiling me.”
“Get used to it, Bradley. My mother raised me to have manners.”
Enough manners to blow Prince Charming away, I thought, planting my feet on the familiar Floridian asphalt.
The Rawhide Bar & Grille is on Meridian Street. To its right is a sub shop, to its left is the Pumping Triceps gym. The Rawhide looks like an old-timey barn, complete with a red-and-white board façade and a carved wooden bull’s head over the door. No windows. The man-on-man action that happens in that cowboy bar stays in that cowboy bar—enough said. Inside, the bar is a comple
