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with both made Daisy confident in her estimation. “The fun kind. The kind you wouldn’t kick out of bed for eating crackers, but you know he’s not gonna remember your name in a month.”
    Ronisha laughed. “Nothing wrong with that as long as you forget his name, too.”
    Daisy put the drinks on a tray. “I make it a habit to stay away from the good time bad boys these days.”
    But she couldn’t help taking a closer look at him when she delivered his drink, and this time it was real. She’d long ago perfected the art of flirting with customers with extreme detachment. It was part of the job and helped bring in better tips.
    “Thank you, sweetheart.” He raised the glass and took a sip.
    “My name’s Daisy.” She gave him the smile with the best track record, tip-wise. “Your dinner order’s in and I’ll bring it to you as soon as it’s ready. Can I get you anything else?”
    He’d taken the black cowboy hat off to reveal thick, wavy dark brown hair with a little bit of gray here and there. Deep brown eyes met hers and she was forced to reevaluate him. This was a good time bad boy with shadows at the edges. The kind who’d remember your name.
    “You sure can get me something else,” one of the lawyers leered.
    Daisy’s smile disappeared. “More onion rings?”
    The leer slipped a notch. “Another beer, too.”
    There went that guy’s share of the tip. Sometimes it just wasn’t worth it. She liked Jeff, he was good people, but it wouldn’t break her heart if some of the assholes he worked with found another bar. Rocky Top was the best one in Brittain, though, and right downtown close to all the law offices.
    “Hey, is Randy around tonight? I haven’t seen him in a long time, I’d love to talk to him if he’s not too busy.”
    Good God, if Cowboy didn’t have a deep rumble of a voice that went straight to parts of her that didn’t get near enough attention these days. She took another close look and this time she recognized him. “You’re the guy in the pictures.”
    “Yeah, that’s me. My name’s Wade Sheppard. Randy gave me my first job.” He laughed. “Well, the first job I loved. Might be better to put it that way.”
    Daisy didn’t know shit about country music but she knew from Randy that this Wade Sheppard guy used to be a big name in Nashville. It was the used to be part that soured her hopes of a really good tip. “Randy’s not here tonight. He went to a fishing tournament this weekend and he always takes Mondays off when he does that.”
    “Bass or crappie?”
    He was really going to have to stop looking at her like that. Like he was trying to think of things to say just to keep her around. Her rules about trouble like him were not made to be broken. “Hell if I know.” Then she slipped up and gave him a real smile. “I better go get those onion rings. Anybody else need anything?”
    She hurried away to collect another round of beers and let the kitchen know about the onion rings.
    Several rounds of drinks later, she was ready for the singer to take his pretty eyes and his bedroom voice home. The table got louder as the night wore on, too many pointed looks thrown her way, followed by laughter. They could talk all they wanted, she was certainly used to that. Crude remarks were as close as they were going to get so Daisy didn’t worry about it.
    But she would damn sure let Jillian know the next time she saw her. Jeff didn’t usually behave like this, though even with several beers in him he was still the nicest one of the bunch.
    Daisy tried not to be too disappointed to see Wade turn into just another loud obnoxious good ol’ boy redneck. Being handsome didn’t make a man immune to that. Neither did being a country music star, but she guessed they were probably just as wild and rowdy as rock stars in their own way. As long as he didn’t break the one hard and fast rule she had about customers, she didn’t care.
    The lawyers finally started to drift away an hour