Will wanted to tear his gaze away from Merry's perky rear, but that would have required a complete brain transplant. God, was any woman ever more infuriating? She seemed to go out of her way to irritate him and get under his skin. He was trying to look out for her, for Chrissake.
No matter what she said, he'd bet his truck that she was here on a story. But what kind of story could the Rootin' Rooster possibly have to offer?
The place was a haven for lowlifes. They drank, they brawled, they left big tips, and sometimes they crossed the line. Assault and battery cases weren't uncommon. The owner was a complete sleazeball; some said he was mobbed up but no one had ever proved it. Will often heard rumors of drug deals taking place here…
And then it clicked. Goddamn it. Merry was here follow
