Monday mornings were usually slower, but since it was the weekend before July Fourth, and they had a week full of live bands playing, the place was jammed. She loved it when The Whalers, a local band who’d been playing at the bar and grill since opening, played. Mike, the guitar player and singer had tried many times to get her to go out with him, but she just couldn’t get past the fact that he was stuck in the 80s. Besides, he just wasn’t her type. No, her type seemed to be blond, bad-boy surfers who had a knack for pissing her off. She glanced at the doorway and frowned when he walked in with Shelly on his arm. She knew that Shelly was completely devoted to Marcus, but the least Cole could do was not flirt with her so much. She turned her eyes back to the beer she’d been building and scowled when it flowed over, soaking her hand in the process. “Got something, or should I say someone, on your mind tonight?” Alan chuckled behind her back. “No! Shut up!” she whispered as she slid the drink across the bar and took the next order.
