He found them both at the other end of the bar. “Here’s my brother now,” Tiffany said. “But where’ve you been all this time?” “I got side-tracked, sorry.” Drake took a good look at the man standing beside her and held out his hand. “Drake LeBlanc.” Red gave him a firm handshake, exuding confidence and a straight-forward attitude. “Scott McAllister, but you can call me Red. It’s nice to meet you, Drake.” Drake nodded. “I hear good things about you from Tiff.” Red aimed an unabashed gaze of admiration at Tiffany. “Likewise,” he said. Oh yeah...he’s crazy about her, Drake noted, before clearing his throat. “You’ve got a nice place here.” “Thanks man, it’s been a few years coming.” “When’s the one in Lake Coburn opening?” “New Year’s Eve; it should be a big party. I hope I can count on you to be there.” He passed an ice cold beer to Drake.
