444 Spirit Pavilion (5)

In the VIP room JoAnna still glanced once in a while toward the closed door through which those four inviting cocktails left out of her reach.

Sarah knocked JoAnna on the head. "Stop feeling sorry for the drinks and worry about your man."

JoAnna looked at Sarah, obviously confused. "Why should I worry about him?"

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Because a WOMAN sent the drinks over. How can you be so relaxed? Or do you think she sent them to me?"

If JoAnna was tipsy even a little bit from three beers she had, it disappeared in an instant. "But she is the owner's sister, right?" JoAnna glanced at Jeff for confirmation.

Jeff didn't respond, he found Sarah's analysis interesting.