'Did Bubba put you up to this?' she asked. Then the man with the ball cap burst into a loud guffaw. Secondly, I saw that he was staring at my breasts.įor a second there was loaded silence. When I did, I saw firstly that his ball cap had definitely seen better days and those days were about four hundred years ago. Then I asked, 'You mean Gnaw Bone is the name of a town?'

Not too far away from Chantelle,' she told me. 'You lookin' for Chantelle?' the blonde asked.

'Sorry?' I asked and felt the man with the ball cap turn to look at me. 'Just turn right out the parking lot and keep goin'.' 'Chantelle's about twenty miles down the road. Her eyes came to the door the minute I walked in and didn't leave me as I walked to the bar. I could see this because it was bursting out the top of her Harley tank as well as straining the material. She also had a lot of flesh at her cleavage. Two to the left, two to the right, the men were at one of the tables to the left. There were two other men playing pool at one of four pool tables. There was a man sitting on a corner stool at the long bar at the back of the room. Then I exhaled, got out of the car and walked right to the door, through the door, and into the bar. In it there was a sign that said 'Help Wanted.' In the little white space at the bottom of the sign was written, 'Waitress.' They probably didn't even have martini glasses. I looked back at the bar, which would seem was not high-class and not highbrow. There was a beat-up, old blue Chevy pickup parked at the edge of the parking lot. I looked back at the bar, which it would seem might be a bit of a biker bar. There were two Harley-Davidson motorcycles parked there. Bubba's bar, apparently, for it said 'Bubba's' in blue lettering on a black background in a huge sign at the top. It could be any bar anywhere, small town, big city, it didn't matter.

Sweet dreams book by kristen ashley