"I think my eyes are playing tricks on me." Jessie Sterling had only had one low-alcohol cocktail tonight. It was sweet and certainly not strong enough to get her drunk.
The bar had a small stage where a guitarist was playing a lazy, casual R&B tune. It carried a hint of relaxed romance, and Jessie couldn't help but prop her head up with her hand, closing her eyes to enjoy it.
But Jessie was sharp enough to feel when someone was watching her. She snapped her eyes open and turned her head, her gaze meeting that of a man in a black wool coat standing not far from the entrance.
Jessie couldn't help but tug on Lynn Jennings's sleeve and mumble.
Lynn Jennings could hold her liquor much better than Jessie. She had ordered a glass of whiskey.
"What's playing tricks on you?" Lynn asked. As she spoke, she couldn't resist following Jessie's gaze, turning to look in the same direction.
Jessie rubbed her eyes. "I think I just saw Victor Morgan..."
