Copyright © 2008 Shannon Leigh
All rights reserved, Wild Child Publishing.
Ivona vaguely remembered the sun. Centuries had passed since she'd felt its welcoming rays. It boggled her mind how the sound of this man's voice brought forth such an ancient and precious memory.
Though he posed the question to the bartender, Ivona had the distinct feeling it held a silent proposition for her. She glanced toward the bar. Sure enough, her inquisitive gaze met a pair of striking blue eyes overshadowed with thick, but neat, black brows.
The man's firm, sensual mouth pulled into an appealing grin, his straight white teeth a stark contrast in the weak light. He lifted his shot glass in mock salute before downing the amber colored contents in one gulp. Before either acknowledged the other's attraction, someone posed another question.
"And what about food?" a mature gentleman called. "I don't know about the rest of ya, but I'm starving!"
Several others nodded their head.
The bartender stroked his stubbled chin between a thick thumb and forefinger. "Well, I've got a sandwich and chips in the back. But it's not enough to feed all of ya."
Ivona couldn't believe how quickly the others dismissed the roaring wind and thunderous blasts outside as the paltry meal became the center of everyone's attention. Everyone excluding her and the blue jean-clad man propped at the bar. Voices once again rose in excitement as the patrons argued over how to divide the bartender's offering.
Propping her chin in her palm, she silently watched while the chaos grew, males and females forming sides against each other. It seemed the men favored purchasing a share, but the women disagreed, claiming they should be chivalrous and donate their portion to them. Ivona snickered when one poor soul was threatened with being tossed outside to the tempest after suggesting drawing straws. No matter how much they fussed and argued, no one agreed on how to partition the food.
"I have an idea," a slight feminine voice butted into the midst of the maelstrom.
Ivona glanced about the room, noticing that no one paid the woman any heed.
"I said, I have an idea," she repeated louder.
Everyone ceased bickering, turning all eyes toward the middle-aged woman seated in the far left-hand corner.
"We're listening," the man in the expensive suit sneered.
"I propose we play a game. The winner will get the entire sandwich and the chips. Everyone has an equal opportunity of winning, and since we're obviously stuck here a while, it will also pass the time."