The customers had cleared out of the tavern and she was cleaning up for the night. Her feet felt as if they’d grown seven sizes over the last few hours. Her body ached.Not only was she tired but also frustrated. She’d been so busy tonight, there’d been no time to linger near Gannon’s table and listen to see if the discussion turned to the fires.Tomorrow, they had a bike ride planned. She could certainly question him then. But the fact that her professional and personal lines were blurring bothered her. She’d never dated anyone just to get information.The back door of the tavern banged closed as Trevor came out carrying another bag of trash. He swerved and swayed, and she realized he was drunk.Without a word to her, he tossed the bag into the Dumpster. He tipped out of balance and would have fallen if she’d not steadied him.“Man, you are drunk,” she said in a voice filled with disgust. “I was stupid to think you were just drinking coffee.”“Where the hell is the money from the register, Darcy?”“I cleaned out the register a half hour ago and locked the money in the trunk of my car.”
