Ceri sat with her elbow propped on the bar and watched Lily moving between her tables like the true, supernatural professional she was. Every so often, she cycled back to what she called her “special guests” at the bar, but she was busy tonight and the visits were not quite as frequent as Ceri would have liked. At least she had company.On her left, Cheryl was sat on a bar stool, smiling happily. She was dressed in a dress which was just a little shorter and tighter than Ceri thought a woman her age should be wearing, but she did fill it out quite well and Carter seemed to be appreciating it.The owner and manager of the Dragon stood between them, leaning on the bar with nonchalant confidence. Here, in public, and in his own domain, he was the playboy club owner with an appraising glance for every woman and a ready line of mildly flirtatious banter. Part of the reason for Cheryl’s smile was that she was getting plenty of attention, and plenty of free alcohol. Carter had insisted, now that they had finally got around to the celebration Shane had interrupted, that the drinks were on the house.
