Chapter 39 Heat At The Bar

Hell no! Abigail screamed internally as she tried to look away from Blake Knight, but what else was there to look at if not him standing majestically in front of her? One of his hands was tucked into his trousers pocket. He wasn't putting on the brown suit she had seen on him. Christ, so many things would have happened for the past nine hours she was out, sleeping like a log of wood. It's not as if she had so much to drink, sleepless night of yesterday must have contributed to why she had slept that long.