"Carter."

"Selene." He couldn't help but look her up and down, focusing on her slightly distressed band T-shirt and sleep shorts, probably too small to notice under a much baggier shirt. "May I?"

She considered the chef for a moment evaluating their current situation.

"Come in." She opened the door wider, letting the chef in. She wasn't sure whether it was a social call or he wanted to talk about business, so the bartender decided to settle for ...