Chapter 19
- Beau had no damn reason to be at Rowdy’s.
- Friday nights were for when the work was done and his conscience was shut up tight behind whiskey and the wet heat of a stranger’s mouth. But the work wasn’t done — Sadie’s shelves still needed finishin’, the back porch step was half-broke, and his promises were cracked wider than they’d ever been.
- Didn’t matter. His boots found the bar’s sticky floor anyway.