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“It’s a cowboy bar. Filled with cowboys.”
Sawyer looked at her. “Who did you think was going to be here? Business men in three-piece suits? I thought you said you’ve been here before.”
“I have been. Once. It wasn’t this busy, though.”
“When was it?”
“Two weeks after our twenty-first birthday.”
Sawyer cocked his head. “Who’d you go with?”
“Brenda.”
J.T. laughed. “You and your friend came here as newbies? Freshly twenty-one?”
“Yes. We felt quite grown up.”
Sawyer leaned forward on the table. “Did you get drunk?”
“No. I had one and a half beers.”
“Whoa! Adventurous.”
“I thought so.” She sighed. “Actually, Dad had so firmly drilled into us about not drinking and driving, I was afraid to drink any more than that. And then, I was still afraid to drive home.”
Sawyer grinned. “You called Dad for a ride after one and a half beers?”
Sage pushed him on the shoulder. “Shush. I was trying to be responsible.”
J.T. shook his head. “What did Dad say?”
“Nothing. He just came and got me.”
“He had to have known you weren’t drunk.”
“I’m sure he did. But he always said he wouldn’t ask any questions. So, he didn’t.”
J.T. stood. “I’ll go order us some drinks.” He looked at Sage. “I’m not getting you wine.”
“I know. Can I have a margarita?”
Sawyer rubbed his face. “Oh man. That’s not being cool, Sage. You don’t order a margarita in a cowboy bar.”
J.T. put a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll get you a margarita.”
He went to the bar and waited a few minutes before the bartender acknowledged him.
“What can I get you?”
“Two Scotch Ales and a margarita. Rocks and salt, please. And your house tequila is fine. She has no idea what she’s drinking.”He turned around and leaned on the bar while he waited for the drinks. When the front door opened and Joey and Mandy walked in, he turned back around and cursed.
What the hell is she doing here?He glanced back and saw them take a table. Joey looked good in jeans and a black sweater that reminded him she was no longer the girl he’d dated in high school. When the bartender returned, J.T. gave him a nod. “Can you add three shots of tequila, please?”
“Sure thing.”
The bartender set three shot glasses in front of him and poured a shot in each one. J.T. handed him his card, then drank one of the shots. When the bartender returned with his card, he looked at the empty glass.
“Do you want me to refill that?”
