But... mistaken identity?
Who the hell was that guy, to make her act like that? And what right did she have to mistake him for someone else?
This was so damn frustrating!
He took the drink his buddy handed him and downed it in one go. The single glass burned his throat, making him uncomfortable. The more it hurt, the more he drank.
It made his buddy think he'd been dumped by some woman and was trying to drown his sorrows.
Ian Shannon had come here today for one reason only: to drink. He was completely oblivious to what was being danced or shouted on the stage downstairs.
After drinking for over an hour, the bar's atmosphere grew more and more electric, but he was already lying on the sofa, his consciousness hazy.
It wasn't until seven-thirty in the evening that Yara Quillan told Moira Irving she had to go out for a bit.
