arrived this past weekend.
“So, what are you going to do with the rest of your night, Mikey?” asked Anne, “’cause I could sure use a drink.”
Michael smiled, it had been a while since Annie and he had drinks together. Not since her last trip to New York to visit him.
“Let’s do it.”
They closed down the computer, hit the lights, and headed to the parking lot.
“I’ll drive,” offered Michael.
“Nah, I will. Tom will be really annoyed if I not only came home late but drunk on top of that. We can leave your car here. I’ll pick you up on my way in tomorrow, good deal?”
He nodded and with that they walked to her car and got in.
“Hey, wait, where are we going to go, doesn’t every place close at like eleven?”
“Eleven? Hell, no. Well, Mondays the Tavern closes early but from Tuesday on they’re open till one and yeah, we’re going there. It really is the only game in town if you want a nice glass a wine. Which is what I’m feeling like right now.”
Annie put the keys in the ignition, pulled out of the parking lot, and headed for the Warren Inn. Even though Michael was both emotionally and physically exhausted, he found himself perking up. He wondered if the bartender from last night was out sick again ... he hoped so. At the thought, he smiled to himself.
Chapter 8
“So, what can I get you two?” said the bartender from behind the bar.
“Hey, Michael, right?”
“Yeah! Bob? From McAllister's?”
“The one and only! And who is the gorgeous young lady with you, you cradle robber?” Bob smiled at Annie.
“Bob, this is my sister Annie.”
“Oh, of course I know Annie! My sister Beth just loves you, talks about you all the time. So, what can I get you?”
Annie smiled and looked at the chalkboard and said, “I’ll have the Pinot Noir.”
“Make that two,” Michael added with a smile.
“Coming right up!”
“Wow,” said Annie. “I haven’t seen Bob in ages. He is some looker, look at all those muscles.”
Michael looked over at Bob. No doubt he did have a lot of muscles under that tight black Armani t-shirt and dark, slim-fit jeans. He was sporting a very different look than he had at McAllister's. Bob had style, that was for sure. And he had the same sparkle in his eyes as Beth.
“Annie, you’re a married woman,” said Michael with a humorous look on his face.
“Well, I’m not dead yet. Its good genes, you know. Don’t think I didn’t notice you drooling over his sister today.”
Before Michael could respond, Bob was back with their drinks.
“Here you go, guys! Oh, and Annie, just so you know, Beth gets off work at eleven thirty so you may catch her then, if you like. I’m sure she would love to see you again today.” With that, he winked and walked off to help the next guest.
The bar was a little more crowded this evening than last night, Michael observed. Probably because there was a game on the television, but Michael couldn’t even focus on that. What Annie had said totally threw him off.
“What do you mean, I was drooling?” asked Michael.
Annie took a sip of her wine and waved her hand, “Oh, please, neither of you were hiding it well. It’s clear you’re both attracted to each other, and all I have to say is jump on that! You couldn’t find a better person than Beth. She’s gorgeous, smart, successful, and a total sweetheart.”
And she was incredibly sexy, too, Michael thought.
“Oh, come on, I don’t need anyone now, I’m fine,” said Michael unconvincingly, as he took a sip of his wine.
“Okay, so little brother, what’s the deal? Something is up, I know it. Usually whenever I see you you’re glued to your phone. But I haven’t even seen you look at that thing once. You haven’t obsessively checked the markets on your iPad. And not once, not once, have I heard you talk about your stupid portfolio. What gives?”
Wow, so was that what he was like. She made him sound like a money-obsessed workaholic. The more he
“So, what are you going to do with the rest of your night, Mikey?” asked Anne, “’cause I could sure use a drink.”
Michael smiled, it had been a while since Annie and he had drinks together. Not since her last trip to New York to visit him.
“Let’s do it.”
They closed down the computer, hit the lights, and headed to the parking lot.
“I’ll drive,” offered Michael.
“Nah, I will. Tom will be really annoyed if I not only came home late but drunk on top of that. We can leave your car here. I’ll pick you up on my way in tomorrow, good deal?”
He nodded and with that they walked to her car and got in.
“Hey, wait, where are we going to go, doesn’t every place close at like eleven?”
“Eleven? Hell, no. Well, Mondays the Tavern closes early but from Tuesday on they’re open till one and yeah, we’re going there. It really is the only game in town if you want a nice glass a wine. Which is what I’m feeling like right now.”
Annie put the keys in the ignition, pulled out of the parking lot, and headed for the Warren Inn. Even though Michael was both emotionally and physically exhausted, he found himself perking up. He wondered if the bartender from last night was out sick again ... he hoped so. At the thought, he smiled to himself.
Chapter 8
“So, what can I get you two?” said the bartender from behind the bar.
“Hey, Michael, right?”
“Yeah! Bob? From McAllister's?”
“The one and only! And who is the gorgeous young lady with you, you cradle robber?” Bob smiled at Annie.
“Bob, this is my sister Annie.”
“Oh, of course I know Annie! My sister Beth just loves you, talks about you all the time. So, what can I get you?”
Annie smiled and looked at the chalkboard and said, “I’ll have the Pinot Noir.”
“Make that two,” Michael added with a smile.
“Coming right up!”
“Wow,” said Annie. “I haven’t seen Bob in ages. He is some looker, look at all those muscles.”
Michael looked over at Bob. No doubt he did have a lot of muscles under that tight black Armani t-shirt and dark, slim-fit jeans. He was sporting a very different look than he had at McAllister's. Bob had style, that was for sure. And he had the same sparkle in his eyes as Beth.
“Annie, you’re a married woman,” said Michael with a humorous look on his face.
“Well, I’m not dead yet. Its good genes, you know. Don’t think I didn’t notice you drooling over his sister today.”
Before Michael could respond, Bob was back with their drinks.
“Here you go, guys! Oh, and Annie, just so you know, Beth gets off work at eleven thirty so you may catch her then, if you like. I’m sure she would love to see you again today.” With that, he winked and walked off to help the next guest.
The bar was a little more crowded this evening than last night, Michael observed. Probably because there was a game on the television, but Michael couldn’t even focus on that. What Annie had said totally threw him off.
“What do you mean, I was drooling?” asked Michael.
Annie took a sip of her wine and waved her hand, “Oh, please, neither of you were hiding it well. It’s clear you’re both attracted to each other, and all I have to say is jump on that! You couldn’t find a better person than Beth. She’s gorgeous, smart, successful, and a total sweetheart.”
And she was incredibly sexy, too, Michael thought.
“Oh, come on, I don’t need anyone now, I’m fine,” said Michael unconvincingly, as he took a sip of his wine.
“Okay, so little brother, what’s the deal? Something is up, I know it. Usually whenever I see you you’re glued to your phone. But I haven’t even seen you look at that thing once. You haven’t obsessively checked the markets on your iPad. And not once, not once, have I heard you talk about your stupid portfolio. What gives?”
Wow, so was that what he was like. She made him sound like a money-obsessed workaholic. The more he
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