E:I’m going to go try to find her.
G:Just don’t get arrested.
I, of course, have no intention of getting arrested. I want to find her, tell her I've changed my mind about not exchanging personal information, and that I'd like to see her again. And I’m going to start at the bar, not the area hotels.
The bar is just down the block from my high-rise apartment building. There are luxury hotels in the area, and she has to be staying at one of them. There’s no way she found the bar any other way. It’s a very nice bar, but it’s a neighborhood establishment.
She had been there for a little bit before I got there, waiting on some friends who were standing her up. She’d been chatting with the bartender, and I intend to find out if Laney picked up any information about her that might be helpful in my search.
All I know is I can’t let this woman leave Denver without at leasttryingto find her.
CHAPTER 2
GINNY
“Oh, wow, you look like crap.”
“Thanks. I’m actually feeling a lot better.”
I step across the threshold and enfold Margot into a hug. “Sorry. I just mean I’m really surprised you even wanted to have lunch. We could’ve put this off till dinner or just skipped.”
“We couldn’t skip. I want to see you. I can’t believe we didn’t make it out to the bar last night.”
Margot and my brother were supposed to meet me at their favorite local bar last night but they cancelled last minute due to Margot’s migraine.
“Is your headache gone?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes. Just a little tired now.” She squints at me. “You, on the other hand, look amazing.”
She pulls me into the apartment, and I grin as I lift a hand to the dark circles under my eyes. My concealer must be working.
“Thanks.”
“Did you get a lot of sleep since we bailed on you?” she asks as she leads me into the living room.
I can hear clinking and clattering in the kitchen and assume my brother is in there putting together our brunch-turned-lunch.
"Hey, Graham!" I call to my brother.
"Hey, Harry! It's almost ready!"
I roll my eyes but smile. My first name is actually Harriet. Ginny comes from my middle name, Ginger. My dad named all of us after famous scientists, and my mom agreed to Harriet, knowing she'd use my middle name instead.
I was Ginger only for about two weeks before it turned into Ginny. Except with my brothers, who have always thought calling me Harry issooofunny. Jefferson is the only one who adjusted to calling me Ginny when I got older and told them I hate Harry. Carver and Graham don't even do it to annoy me anymore. I think in their minds it's a sweet nickname.
I sink onto the couch, and Margot sits right next to me. She pulls a foot up under her butt and leans her arm on the back of the sofa, facing me.
I grin at her. “Actually, the opposite.”
She frowns. “You didn’t sleep well at the hotel? It’s a Four Seasons!”
I laugh. “I didn’t sleep at the hotel at all. I stopped by to change quickly before I came here. Considering I was wearing a Wonder Woman costume.”
Margot frowns. “You were wearing a Wonder Woman costume this morning? Why?”
“Because that’s what I wore to the bar last night. I was already dressed by the time you guys called to say you weren’t coming, so I went anyway.”
She leans in. “You went to the bar all by yourself? In costume?”
