Cody’s mission plan for the night? Drown missed opportunities and forget his lack of future before stumbling home to his nearby rental. His second whiskey sufficiently numbed his pride and loosened his tongue while the beauty dancing near his seat at the bar distracted him in other respects.
A short chain of glittery diamonds dangled from her navel as she rocked her hips. No ink graced her honey brown skin, but the way her hips, he’d be willing to bet a Benjamin one lurked somewhere beneath the slinky gold halter top or the skin tight jeans. Dark loose curls swept down her back bouncing in time with the pounding bass of the dance tune.
Except for the mini lights strung along the glass rack of the bar and a few sporadic red bows hung in the seaside tavern, it didn’t look or feel like Christmas time. The Outer Banks’ balmy weather had the Casino II’s patrons dressed in summer attire.
Swiveling back to face the bartender, he ordered another round.
“You on the hunt, bro?” Jake eyed the woman among the gyrating bodies while serving Cody his drink.
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