Chapter 12

Vince’s firm left hand momentarily settled on top of her smaller, shaking one. Paige couldn’t help but note his bare ring finger. At least Blythe’s “sources” had been correct regarding this man’s marital status. “Bartender,” said Vince, “add a Captain Morgan on the rocks to that order. The three drinks are on me.”

“Oh, that’s not necessary,” protested Paige.

“Yes, it is, or the bartender may never get his cash.” He chuckled and slapped a ten and a five on the bar, then wedged a few singles into the tip glass.

Without a word, Vince handed her the vodka tonic, then took hold of his drink and the martini. “Where to?”

“Over there.” Paige nodded toward her table, where Blythe currently held court with her many admirers.