CHAPTER 25
MICHAELMe: Meet me at Rattlesnake’s Bar. 5 p.m. We need to talk.
I stared down at the phone on the bar, tapping my foot against the ground and waiting for Melissa to show. She’d read the message three hours ago and not responded. I wondered if she’d even show up tonight.
The bartender leaned over the counter toward me and handed me my second drink. “Drinking alone tonight, babe?”
After sliding the phone into my pocket, I grimaced at her. “Waiting for someone.”
She raised her brows and nodded toward the other side of the bar. “Wouldn’t be that pretty lady, would it?” There was a woman sitting at the other side, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders in curls, brown eyes fixed on me. The bartender slid me a piece of paper. “She wanted me to give you this.”
I glanced do
