TWO HOURS LATER, I was still sitting at the bar when the guy from earlier strolled back in. He and Nora had disappeared after he’d interrupted us sucking face.
“Mind if I sit down?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I’m not looking for any trouble.”
The guy grinned and took the seat. “Looks like you found her anyway.” He surprised me by extending his hand. “Richard Logan.”
This was f****d up, yet I shook.
The bartender walked over and set a napkin in front of Richard. “What can I get you?”
“I’ll take a vodka tonic. Make it a double.”
“You got it.” The bartender looked to me. “You want another?”
“I’m good,” I told him. “Thanks.” Keeping my head screwed on straight might be important with the guy currently sitting next to me.
Nora’s fiancé, or ex-fiancé—whichever it was—sat quietly to my left
