I pulled the car up in front of the bar and stepped out, the cold air hitting my face right away. Melvin got out after me, hands buried deep in his coat pockets as he hurried to catch up. We headed toward the entrance together, boots crunching lightly against the pavement.
Sophia was right where she always was, standing near the door like a statue. The moment I got closer, I noticed the bruise on her chin. It wasn't big, but it stood out against her skin. One of those thugs must have gotten a lucky hit in.
I slowed my pace as I approached her. Her posture straightened almost immediately, shoulders tightening, eyes locking onto me like she was expecting trouble. Yeah, she definitely didn't like me. Not that I cared anymore.
Up close, she looked as intimidating as ever. Buzzcut, old scars running across her arms, muscles tense under her sleeves. She looked like she could take a punch and return it twice as hard.
