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I reuts out and set ht as well live out my dad’s dream for me

Only, now that dream is all fucked up, too

A new song begins, and sure enough, a live band is situated in the back corner Three guys struuitars while one is on a small druive him the twenty and turn back to watch the show I’e when I see her

Jet-black hair swept up in a red kerchief, severe bangs, and blood-red velvet lips An hourglass figure wrapped in a tight red dress…Tabitha Green is across the bar swaying her hips to “Jahing She hasn’t changed a bit

For a nize me

It doesn’t reen eyes land onI can see the whites around them

Her chin jerks forward as if she choked on her drink, and I try to fall back, to disappear into the crowd, but , and Tabby never walks away from a shon

“Jackson Cane?” Her voice cuts through the din The party doesn’t even pause

She crosses the s host

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Perfect black brows pull together over her eyes, which are shooting sparks

“Hi, Tabby,” I say, taking a sip ofmy best to act casual “I didn’t expect to see you”

“Why not? I live here”

“At the Tuna Tiki?” I give her a wink In h I know Tabby better than that… or I used to

“Are you flirting with me, Jackson Cane?”

“I’ to be friendly I haven’t seen you in ten years”