"David Kingston." A pretty young woman with beautiful brunette shoulder-length curls, dressed in a black knee-length dress and black boots to match, stood at the other end of the bar. David looked across at her with a frown on his tired face. He had no idea who she was or what she wanted. How did she even know his name? He couldn't help but look her up and down and lick his lips at the naughty thoughts that invaded his mind. He almost forgot that his mother was sitting at a table a few ...