Read and Swoon

I drove into Ridgemont for my sister’s wedding and somehow ended up at the bar alone at midnight, barefoot, in a bridesmaid dress.

I was supposed to leave in the morning. The bartender — dark hair going silver at the temples, forearms that said he’d actually used them — kept the bar open after close. Just for me. He didn’t say much. When he did, I laughed. That was the problem.

What if one night isn’t enough?