Neil Dunn limps down the street, an old war injury not stopping him from going to his favorite place. When he slides into his usual spot, every eye is on this petite little red head. She's captured Neil's heart before he knew her name. But it turns out to be the boss' niece, Sally Foster. She's smart, she's good at her job, and she's taken over the business temporarily. Now she's taken Neil's heart. Will the past stop him from letting her in? Or is she the right woman to warm the ice-cold caverns of his soul? Also, will Roland stop looking at him like that?

Midnight Music

As the afternoon wore on, Sally had made herself scarce in the office, working the numbers and thinking things over. Neil was trying to calm his headache and his nerves. Clifton handed him an aspirin. 


As soon as the speakeasy opened, Sally came out, ready to play the perfect host. She looked stunning in a little green flapper dress, with headbands, necklaces, and makeup to top off the look. Neil couldn’t help but keep his eye on her. She looked so perfect…and the way her hips swung. And could those hips swing. 


Neil turned away as she approached the bar, and asked Clifton for something strong. It was busy, and she needed something to get her going. He got it for her and poured a double. She knocked it back easily and went off. According to him, it was the second time she’d done that, and it was only about an hour before close. Sally rarely drank that much in one night. 


“She’s worrying me a little.” Clifton admitted. 


Chapter Fourteen