He slid my beer across the bar. “She’s not your girl, huh? There’s nothing going on with you two?” “Why?” I couldn’t keep the irritation out of my voice. “Are you interested in her?” A subtle smile curled his lips. “No.” I wasn’t sure if I believed that, either. “Then why the fuck do you care?” He shrugged. “You hear a lot of talk doing this job. Sometimes I like to figure out what’s true and what’s the gossip line gone wild.” I grunted a reply and took my beer. I’d come here to get my mind off Audrey, not chat about her with the bartender.
