"How did you know to order that?"

I grinned at him. "That guy sent me the first one," I told him, pointing to the man at the bar.

"The first one? You've had more than one?" Fynn demanded.

"Maybe." I giggled, feeling better than I'd felt in years.

Fynn stormed off to confront the man at the bar. I watched him grab the man by the collar of the shirt. It was such a masculine gesture, the way he got in the man's face snarling and demanding. I licked my ...