And hard to shake-that was their usual line. Not Laurel Chandler. She had cut and run. Even as his brain turned the puzzle over and around trying to shake loose an answer, Jack shrugged it off. His instincts told him Laurel Chandler would be nothing but trouble when all he really wanted from life was to pass a good time.

"Yeah," he drawled, turning back toward Frenchie's with his buddy. "Let's go inside. I need to find me a cold beer and hot date."