When Trent saw Seth Thornton enter his bar, he had a feeling it wasn’t for any good reason. Trent watched him, Seth’s eyes narrowed slightly. When Seth spotted Trent, Trent could see the darkness wash over his expression.
Just what I needed. More angry Thorntons.
Seth, though, didn’t approach him. Instead, he found a booth in the back, but Trent noticed that Seth made a point to sit facing the entrance and in a spot where he could watch Trent.
“Hey, where’s my refill?” a customer asked.
Although Trent didn’t usually serve customers, he sometimes helped the staff if they were busy. With a tight smile, he snagged another beer from the fridge and slid it over to the customer.
Trent talked with Ash and Thea, their sister, who’d arrived a little while ago to have some drinks. At twenty-six
