His face flushed even deeper. His voice dropped, and she almost didn’t hear it over the music. “Out of my league.”

She laughed. She pointed down the bar. “You see that guy there?” She asked.

Montana looked. An expression hit his face like he was afraid of what she was about to say. “Yeah,” his voice was tentative, like he was verbally testing for land mines.

“That’s Ian,” she said. She turned back towards Montana. “My best friend. Every so often ...