Shattered Dreams: A Midnight Dragonfly Novel - Plot & Excerpts
My throat burned. “First time?” I nodded. His smile warmed. “Second time’s usually better,” he said, motioning to the bartender. “I’m Cody by the way,” he said. “Grew up south of Dallas, but a lifelong Saints fan. Flew in for the game today.” Eyes still watery, I managed a smile. “I’m Trinity.” “You’re awesome is what you are,” he said, reaching for the shot glasses the bartender slid our way. Neither had even asked about my age. “To good times,” Cody said this time, then all but inhaled the tequila. I had a feeling these were not his first of the night. More than a little awed by his absolute lack of reaction, I lifted my glass—and went very still. I hung there, frozen, stunned, wanting to move but unable to, until the moment released me as quickly as it had seized me, and I spun around, toward the far end of the bar where— Nothing. No one was there. Well, not as in no one because the club was packed, but no one with a feather Mardi Gras mask. No one watched.
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