Alice gawked at the receipt in my hand. I had checked the number myself, wondering if that nine had really been a four, but nope. There it was. I handed the slip to Alice with my fingers trembling. Deciding to take on those guys had been a calculated risk, but I’d never expected it to pay off like this. I glanced back to see the men still chugging glasses of wine. They’d ordered another couple bottles before getting the bill. It didn’t seem like they were in any rush to leave, though I wondered if that was a group choice or if it all came down to the guy at their center. Sean. His emerald eyes seemed to glimmer as bright as any of the overhead lighting. They glanced my way, and I snapped my head down. He’d been the one arranging the tip, I was sure of it. He’d tried to pay in cash before the guy who’d come here in a suit tossed in a card. What money had I just been paid in?
