New Year’s Eve
The R.L. Mathewson Chronicles:
A Reclusive Heart New Year’s Eve
“What can I get you?”
It took a moment before Jamie realized that the bartender was talking to her, finally. She’d been waiting in the small crowd surrounding the bar for a good hour, mostly trying to hide the fact that she’d come to a New Year’s Eve party alone. She should have just stayed home, but stupid her, she’d given her word to come to this party.