“I’ll bring extra copies of your newspaper article on my way home tonight,” Jake told Sugar. Then he spotted the third-line light blinking on his push-button black desk phone. “But I have to finish another story first.”
Driving up Walton Way toward Sugar and David’s home on The Hill, Jake instinctively drove through the back parking lot of the Red Lion Pub. He spotted Fiona’s car immediately.
He walked in the back door and squinted through the cigarette haze towards the bar. There she was, perched on a stool, flirting with Bill, the bartender.
“Not him, not again,” Jake said.