along with some of the snow that had started to fall. I waved to the owner, Hiram Gernsheim, who was standing behind the bar and laughing it up with a couple of regulars. He waved back, looking a little surprised, because this was not my normal hangout.
We sat down in a booth, and before our coats were even off, Hiram was standing at our table. âHey, Torie. What brings you in from the cold?â
I pointed to Collette. âYou remember Collette,â I said.
He looked at her a moment and then recognition hit. âLordy, I havenât seen you since you was right out of school. Whatcha been up to, girl?â
âJust working,â she said. âSeems like thatâs all I ever do.â
âI hear that,â he said. âCan I get you ladies something to drink?â
âIâll have a Bud Light,â she said.
âJeez, Collette, I figured youâd have found a different beer by now,â I said.
âWhatâs wrong with Bud Light?â she asked.
âItâs just so ⦠Yuppie. And it gives you the farts,â I added.
Hiram laughed and wiped his hands on his bar rag.
âIâll have ⦠an amber bock,â I said. âSchlafleys.â
âSure thing,â he said, and walked away.
âI canât believe you grew up in a Germanâthatâs German âtown and you drink Bud Light,â I said.
âWell, you didnât have fresh garlic,â she snapped.
âTrue,â I said. âI guess weâre even.â
We were halfway through our beers, talking and catching up on things, when I noticed Collette was no longer listening to me. Her eyes had wandered toward the door, which I couldnât see because my back was to it. She made eye contact with me a few times and sheâd say âUh-huhâ every now and then, but she was obviously deeply studying something or somebody other than me.
âAnd then,â I said, âthe baboons came down and ate all the ice cream that the aliens had left.â
âDonât you hate when that happens?â she said.
âColette,â I said, giggling. âYoo-hoo. Earth to Collette.â
She snapped to then and blushed all the way down her neck. âOkay, Iâm sorry,â she said. âBut that guy has a seriously cute butt.â
I turned around in my seat to see who was the owner of the seriously cute butt. It was Jacob Lahrs. He was laughing and drinking. It looked as if he was celebrating something with his assistant, Jeremiah Ketchum, and his student, Danny Jones. Funny, I hadnât noticed Jacob Lahrsâs seriously cute butt when I met him the other day. Maybe it was the angle at which Collette was sitting. Or maybe it was because I was marriedâone sort of conditions oneself not to look at the dessert one canât have.
âThatâs Jacob Lahrs,â I said to her, smiling.
âJacob Lahrs ⦠the professor?â she asked, eyes twinkling.
âYup. You want that interview?â
âOh, do I ever,â Collette said, grinning widely.
âCome on,â I said, and motioned her over. We got out of the booth and walked over to the three men standing at the end of the bar. âProfessor Lahrs!â I called.
He turned around and smiled when he saw me. He was wearing a black turtleneck and had pushed the sleeves up to his elbows. âMrs. OâShea,â he said. âNever expected to see you in here.â
âYeah, well ⦠My friend comes down from the city and I get all wild. Go figure. This is my friend Collette,â I said.
âNice to meet you,â he said.
She purred back some response, and I just knew I was about to watch the master at work. Collette loves men. Lots of men.
âCall me Jacob,â he said. âWhat brings you here, Mrs. OâShea?â
âWe just came out for a beer. Collette is a reporter,â I told him. âAnd she was hoping to get an