Nora's POV
I trace circles with my water glass on the wooden table, watching the condensation create overlapping rings on the surface. The pattern keeps my hands busy while my mind races from the book I just finished. That cliffhanger ending has me wound up, and knowing I have to wait months for the sequel makes it worse.
"Never seen anyone make art with a water glass before." Antonia appears beside me, sliding a cocktail across the table before settling into the opposite chair. Her arms cross over her chest as she studies me. James is buried in paperwork in his office tonight, leaving me to occupy myself in the back corner of the bar for a while. "Drink up."
