10
WESTON
Nora struck out the first hour, but when she was finishing up her first drink, she started talking to a new guy. I knew it was the one she was going to practice on based solely on the fact that her shoulders were no longer up to her ears. She almost looked relaxed.
I clenched my jaw.
This was what I’d wanted. This was what we’d planned for. This was the entire reason we were here.
I knew the owner of the speakeasy. I knew the bartenders were trained to spot anyone suspicious. They looked out for girls who were there and were fastidious about safety. That was why I’d thought it would be an okay place to start. The kind of guy who would come here was leagues different than the idiots we’d first started with.
But somehow, now that she was talking to a guy in a suit and tie wit
