CHAPTER TWELVE
Danielle spent that night at work, going through her routines and doing her best to push Martin out of her mind. She mixed drinks, poured beers, flirted, even pretended to accidentally get a little water on her shirt from the seltzer hose to get a few great tips near the end of the night.
She had only ever taken two men home from her job at the restaurant bar. The ones who wanted her were easy to spot. They actually weren’t the chatty ones trying to impress her. They tended to be the quiet ones, sitting at the edge of the bar watching her work. When she spoke to them, they’d respond confidently and make intense eye contact. As vain as it might seem, it was a nice feeling.
As she rounded out her shift that night, there were two of them. She could have had either of them. S
