Bowen—Mr. Tall, Dark, and Nice Ass himself—was sitting alone at the bar, sipping from a highball glass. A smile immediately split my lips. It had only been a few days since our run-in—okay, collision—at the courthouse, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’d thought about him in that time. I—along with the majority of the female population—was a sucker for the broody, mysterious type. Really, it was something biological and completely out of my control.
