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âA wig, huhâŚ?â Rhys had to laugh at her words, shaking his head. âYou think thatâll work?â To be honest, nights like this were rare, but they always seemed to make an appearance when he was the most desperate for a drink. Typical really. That was the way life seemed to work out for him. âFeels like itâs going to be one of those nights though, might end up standing here for hours at this rate.â
âI mean, it would be a long shot. That beard wouldnât help.â she teased, finishing off what was left in her glass. Putting her arm up to get the attention of the bartender, a smile spreading across her face when he turned and came straight to her. She turned to her companion, âEasy as pie.â she said with a wink. Turning back to the bartender she asked for another whiskey, turning to the man expectedly.Â


















