"Tequila is fine."

She leaned against the bar, watching the bartender pour. "You know, you could work here," she remarked to Daniel. "As a bouncer or something. I mean, you have the strength, and you can tell when trouble is afoot."

The shot was slid toward her, and she picked up the miniature glass, downing the alcohol. "I can't believe I actually said afoot." Holly wiped her mouth.