Hunter Mourned (Wild Hunt Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Guns N’ Roses was pumping out of the speakers, and the waitresses had their hair frizzed out in that classic “curly-n-wild” look many women from that era had favored. Trevor glanced at the waitresses, looking for one who resembled Allie or at least one who was old enough to have given birth to her. None fit the bill.“Are you sure she’s working tonight?”“Yes.” Allie scooted under his arm and scanned the room. “That’s her. Behind the bar.”The only woman behind the bar had her black hair in a high side ponytail and wore big, purple hoop earrings. Bright and exaggerated makeup highlighted facial features that didn’t remotely resemble Allie’s angelic ones, but the woman was pretty, if not a little tired looking and sad.“She doesn’t look much older than me. You’ve got to be mistaken.”Allie squeezed his arm. “She was young, really young. That’s why she gave me up.”“I thought you said you never talked to her. How do you know so much about her?”“My adoptive mom kept in touch with her.
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