Saige’s [POV]

I get a smile from everyone, and an even briefer nod from the ever-moving whirlwind that is Grady who, finished with his five drinks, moves them to a black tray, nudges it out of the way, and snags another white slip of paper before he goes right back to mixing.

"I'd better get these out." Sam smiles as she grabs the loaded tray. "If you need anything, just shout, okay?"

I nod as she turns and threads her way through the empty tables to a corner booth that has more ...