![]() ![]() He stood there even after Morrie opened a bottle of beer, set it on the bar top and walked away. “Yeah,” Joe replied and slid in between me and the empty stool beside me which meant he came in close to me as well as cut me off from the bar as Colt and I were sitting on the last two stools by the wall. “Beer?” Morrie asked Joe before I came to any conclusions about my dilemma. Capturing it, I sucked up cranberry juice and vodka and considered this dilemma. I put my elbow to the bar, my head in my hand and I aimed my mouth at my straw. Through this I sat there thinking firstly, that Joe freaked me out a bit considering he could come up behind me and I never heard him coming and secondly, that I didn’t want him taking me home. ![]() “Yeah,” Colt replied, grinning at her then he slid off his stool, lifted a hand to squeeze the back of my neck, he nodded to Joe and Morrie then he took off. “Great, Cal, thanks,” Colt muttered, I looked from Joe to Colt and watched Colt call to the back of the bar, “Feb, baby, got a callout.” “Yo Cal,” Morrie greeted as I stared at Joe. I twisted on my stool, looked up, up, up and saw, standing behind me, Joe Callahan, his hair longer and more unruly, wearing his black leather jacket, a black t-shirt stretched across his wide chest, faded jeans and black motorcycle boots. “I got her,” a deep, rumbly voice said from behind me. ![]()
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