Chapter 37

• When the waitress had left, Shaina downed the last of her drink and set the glass on the napkin. “Not many people know the difference,” she said as her fingers toyed with the wet napkin, “my daddy used to pitch a fit when somebody tried to pawn off a Manhattan that was made with bourbon.” Shaina was horny, and something about this guy was getting to her. Her eyes shone brightly in the dim light of the candle.
• The waitress brought their drinks back to the table and set them on fresh napkins, taking away Shaina’s empty glass and used napkin. The man paid with a twenty and told the waitress to keep the change.
• Shaina watched as he lifted the glass and swallowed half of it in a gulp, neatly and without spilling any. She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and she realized he reminded her of that movie actor, the one whose daughter was kidnapped in that movie…Taken, that was the name of it. Quickly, she lifted her glass and swallowed deeply as well. She was a little breathless when she set it down.