Greta called, exchanging amused glances with his sister while they waited for him to emerge from the dressing room. “I feel ridiculous,” Mason complained. Greta sighed. “You’re being ridiculous.” “Stop acting like a child, bi...
An establishment where patrons came to hear the live music, drink the specialty Prohibition-era cocktails, and converse in low voices. Not the place to carouse and party. Exactly what Thea was looking for. It was also a venue Ben never took her, and therefore a safe place where her heart didn’t p...