I kept chewing on my bottom lip and giving it nervous glances. What if he doesn’t like it? This was a dumb idea. Really. Really. Dumb.I’d dressed up in one of my favorite outfits, tight jeans with flared legs and colorful beaded embroidery on the back pockets, a fitted white dress shirt, and high-heeled Western boots. I’d rolled my hair and let the thick mass fall down my back in dark waves that would undoubtedly fall straight again by the end of the night.I’d brought my camera—okay, two cameras—and my little flipbook of photos so that I could match faces to names if I got stuck. I’d stopped carrying it around all the time years ago. It didn’t always work anyway. It sometimes gave me a general idea, but if two people had similar coloring, I was usually out of luck.A wave of smoke hit me as I pulled open the heavy wooden door to Dave’s, the guys’ favorite hangout and probably one of the few bars in California that paid absolutely no attention to that pesky antismoking law.
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