Lieutenant Colonel Ethan Grady barked the question like the drill sergeant he used to be as he straddled the stool next to Cole’s. Even if Grady hadn’t approached him on his good side, Cole would have heard him.Cole swigged the last of his Cuervo and let the final strains of George Jones’s “I’ll Always Get Lucky With You” end before he acknowledged him. “Besides you?”“You were supposed to meet us at that yoga lady’s shop after lunch.” Grady waved the bartender over. “Soda water. No ice.”“Oh.” Cole signaled for another shot of Cuervo.“‘Oh’? That’s it? You risked your uncle’s fifty-year-old Scotch to make me get a herbal treatment and then you don’t even show?”“So, did the lady help you find your chi?” Cole sucked down the next shot of Cuervo.Grady took a sip of his water. “Nope. We’ll have to reschedule. Figured you needed to be there since you won the bet.” He set down his drink and turned to face Cole. “Where you been the last twelve hours?”Where had he been?
