Chapter 8
“I wasn’t certain you’d really show up, Don,” Will said when Teague slid onto the stool beside him at the bar of The Red Calf.
“And pass up an invitation for drinks with a nice man?” Teague replied with a smile. “Not likely.”
“Would you like one?” Will asked, holding up his martini glass.
“I’m more of a beer guy,” Teague responded, ordering one when the bartender appeared. Returning his attention to Will, Teague said, “You never told me your last name. But then I never told you mine. It’s Teagan.”
“Endicott.” After taking a sip of his drink, Will said, “Are you enjoying…I think you said the tail end of your vacation?”
“I am. It’s a very nice town and the people seem friendly.” Teague chuckled. “I think I’ve visited every shop along Main Street when I wasn’t exploring the pa
