Chapter Nine
ANOTHER HUMP DAY and Karla was more than ready to go home and call it a night. She already spilled three drinks, made four wrong, and bitched Charlie out just for showing up again. Paul was about as ready to send her home as she was wanting to go. “What in the world has gotten into you lately?” he asked in a fit of frustration. “And it’s not just tonight. Your mood has been sour all week. What has you in a tailspin?” He lifted the brown golfer’s hat he started wearing recently off his head and wiped his brow with the back of his hand before replacing the hat. Karla thought it silly. He just wanted to touch the hat.
“Nothing,” she snapped. “Charlie just annoys me.”
“Then you shouldn’t have spread your legs for him. What the hell did you think was going to happen? And that’s
