Moving to stand a few feet away from him, I slip off my killer heels and stand barefoot in the dirt, and God knows what else, while I slowly sip my wine. I think back to the time when Nancy found me, virtually in this precise spot. Letting myself be taken back to the best of worst times, I sway to the soft music drifting from inside.

“I haven’t seen you at these things before, are you new?” His eyes openly roam my body, and I mentally chide myself for not fetching my jacket. At least if I had, he wouldn’t be staring at my breasts like a starving man....