Re: [Bobbi Morse]
Ellen put together a frozen strawberry dacquiri, then took a healthy swallow of it. She grinned at Bobbi. "I know a bartender isn't supposed to be his own customer, but as I'm just an amateur I think it's okay."
"Not the relaxing kind?" she continued. "No kidding."
She looked around the room. "Captains of industry, CEOs, obsessed scientists, special forces guys." She gave Bobbi a sidelong look. "Spies and spymasters."
"None of them are the sort to lie on a beach with a nice drink and ogle attractive people. Not very often, anyhow."