Ripley's POV

You could call it a bar and grill if you were so inclined, but really, it was a roadhouse. There were several pickup trucks parked outside, her own included, and a collection of motorcycles. Inside, the bar took up the majority of one wall. Nearly every stool was taken up with some outdoorsman or biker or townie.

Ripley met Blake at a table in the back corner of the restaurant. He blended in well with the rest of the crowd. Blake wore a plaid button up and dirty ...