He could feel her eyes on him. A prickle of awareness raised the hairs on the back of his neck, and he knew he was being watched. That it was a woman doing the watching he had no doubt, although if pressed he couldn't have said how he knew. He just knew.
Steve Eriksson leaned an elbow on the bar in front of him and let his eyes scan the room.
Goldie's was nothing special as bars went. No sophisticated game room or huge selection of microbrews on tap the way Off Limits did across town. But then, Goldie's didn't cater to the tourist crowd, either. It was just a no-frills, working class watering hole where a good burger and a cold beer could be had for a decent price. A pool table in the back and a competition dart board had constituted all the value-added features the regulars needed to keep Goldie's in the black since it had opened.
The group of four women near the front door wasn't the source of his itch. They each wore a variation of the young professional's uniform and had their sights set on the group of equally upscale looking men in suits at the far end of the bar that presently supported his weight. The women looked like the type that Tivo'd Sex and th ...
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