Ben just smiled at me as though he could read my thoughts, but he didn't say anything to the contrary.
He tilted his chin toward the bartender, who happened to be nearby, cutting limes and doing a horrible job at pretending she wasn't eavesdropping.
"Put her tab on my card, Josey."
"She's paid up," Josey answered without lifting her eyes from the cutting board.
Ben fished his wallet out of his pocket and dropped a ten and couple ones on the counter. Hmmm, good tipper. That made me like him a little bit more.
"I'll pay cash tonight then."
Josey put down the paring knife, wiped her hands on a white towel, fished his credit card out of a small file box, and handed it to him. "Have a good night."
While Ben was busy tucking his card back into his wallet, Josey winked at me. "Come see me again, girl."
I nodded and rose when Ben backed up enough for me to stand.
"I'll do that," I said before I let him lead me out of the bar.
