SAVANNA’s POV

I looked up, staring at the faded green sign that simply said, Kade’s. I walked briskly to the bar, trying to avoid any possible conversation with the men in the bar, and sat on a black leather stool.

Looking at the bartender, whose back was to me, I said, “I’ll have whatever you have on tap, please…”

“Coming right up,” the man responded, though, I was surprised he could hear my request over the folk music that played over the speakers and the ...