Chapter 4

I shook myself. Damn, I didn’t need beer thoughts when I had to deal with a problem.

As I weaved my way through the crowd toward the door, I could feel Vic behind me, pushing back the men who flung compliments and requests my way. I zoned out from the male voices and jukebox music swirling around me and took a second to bask in having someone momentarily taking care of me. What a luxury.

When Vic and I got to the door to Stonewall’s backstage and liquor storage, I took a deep breath and turned.

“Thanks.”

“You’re going back to the hotel?” He sounded like he was concerned about me. What a strange, surreal night this had turned out to be.

“Yeah. Home.” What an odd word for the historic frontier hotel where I’d lived almost my entire life. “Gotta go to work.”

Vic gave me a quick hug. “Will you have time to show me around tomorrow?”