Louisiana Blues was a small club with low-lit tables and great music. The house band was among the best in the city. Finding a corner booth not too far from the stage, they took a seat and then ordered one scotch and soda, and a White Russian.
“I’ve never been here before. I like it. I haven’t had much of a chance to relax since starting my own business. Actually, you’ve been a godsend in so many ways. You’ve given me my life back. Thank you.” Lifting his glass, Lynn proposed a toast. “To Duncan, my knight in shining armor.”
Smiling, Duncan touched his glass to Lynn’s, then proposed his own toast. “To Lynn, who saved me from being thrown out on the streets. You gave me hope when I thought I had none left.”
Clinking their glasses, they drank every drop, then ordered another round. While
