ROBYNI instantly felt the tension between Piper and Rocco as we arrived at the busy bar counter. “What can I get you both?” Rocco, a Mexican American who owned the bar, asked, particularly at Piper, seemingly surprised to see her. He was in his thirties, and I guessed, still single. “Vodka Martini, shaken, not stirred,” Piper replied, making me smile. “Is that a code or something, double-O seven?” My eyes widened. Maybe it was. “Oh? Well, shit.” I slid my ass to the stool and drummed my fingers against the counter. “Just Dark ‘n Stormy on the rocks for me.”“Coming right up.” Rocco gave Piper a look. “Can we talk for a minute?”Piper looked at me, asking for permission. “I’ll be fine. I promise not to get off the stool.” I smiled in support of my best friend getting laid. “In fact, take your time.”Rocco talked to a young bartender to make my order as he walked out of the bar. I looked around and made sure Quinton didn’t follow us. So far, so good. My drink was set before me, an
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