Two hours later, Iris was sitting at the bar nursing a glass of pineapple juice, and feeling like she’d forgotten something. She was having trouble focusing on just what that might be, though. She was jumpy and distracted, practically leaping to her feet every time the bar door opened, sure that it was Viking coming back from the bank.
“Geez, girl,” Cole said. “You’re like a cat on a hot tin roof, with the jumping up and down and whirling around every time the door opens. What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing.” She took a massive gulp of juice, scrambled for some explanation that wold satisfy the very curious Cole. “I just think that I’m forgetting something.”
“Like what?”
“Dunno.”
“It’ll come to you.” Cole refilled her glass. “Now, will you take a breath and calm down? You’re making me
