Chapter 8

Drew and Everett were just ambling up when I made it to the front of the building. They both lived a couple of blocks away, in the loft apartments above the pharmacy. Their apartments were next to each other, but I couldn’t understand why they didn’t just share, considering they were in each other’s space more often than not. I’d asked once, but after not getting a straight answer, I left it alone.

We exchanged quick hugs in greeting, then headed into the center of town. Rooster’s was in a prime spot and had been there for more than fifty years. I hadn’t been to the bar often since I’d moved to town, but everyone knew the story of how it had passed from father to son.

The chalkboard out front advertised two-dollar drafts and Reine playing at ten. Excitement thrummed in my veins as we wandered in. It was a quarter after nine and I was excited to see Austin again.