Murphy returned the bartender's grin. Even if his accent seemed to lean more toward the Scottish than Irish, she was glad to find someone who could appreciate her taste in beer.
Of course, Mac's special ales were the best, but unfortunately those were in short supply down here. As in, limited to what she could raid from Harry's icebox.
"Are you waiting for someone?"
The question caught her off guard. Murphy looked up in surprise.
"Yes." She winced. Not what he'd meant. "I mean no, it's just me tonight."