We also swept past Finn and Roslyn. Finn’s bright green eyes flicked from Grayson to me, and he raised his eyebrow in a silent question. I shook my head the tiniest bit, telling him that I was okay. Still, Finn’s eyes stayed on the two of us, even as he and Roslyn chatted up some Hispanic giant with legs that seemed to go on forever.

It took us about two minutes to maneuver our way over to the bar. Owen arranged it so I stood between him and Tobias Dawson, whose back was turned to me. Grayson ordered a Scotch.

“And for the lady?” the bartender asked.

“Gin,” I said. “With a twist of lime.”

Owen’s mouth twitched with amusement, but he didn’t say anything about my choice of drink. The bartender handed us our orders. I took a sip of the gin. The cold liquid burned down my throat, before spreading a pleasant warmth through my stomach. After we’d put a dent in our drinks, Grayson reached across me to tap Tobias on the shoulder. The dwarf turned. I made sure the first thing he saw was my boobs, pushed to new heights by Roslyn’s power bra.

Dawson blinked.

“Hello, Tobias,” Grayson said. “How are you this evening?”

The dwarf looked around me at the other man. “Oh, hello, Owen. I’m fine. And yourself?”

“Marvelous,” Owen replied in a glib tone. “Allow me to introduce my acquaintance. This is…”

“Candy,” I said in a flirty tone. “Because I’m so sweet.”

The dwarf ’s eyes latched onto my boobs, then flicked up to my blond hair, thick makeup, and blue contacts.

He must have liked what he saw, because he smiled. His yellow teeth matched the dirty, sandy color of his hair and mustache. The dwarf tipped his oversize cowboy hat at me. “My pleasure, ma’am.”

Given what Roslyn Phillips had told me about Tobias Dawson’s cowboy fetish, I decided to play the part of a hooker with a heart of gold. “Aw, aren’t you just the perfect gentleman.” I lowered my lashes and batted them.

“Handsome too.”

Dawson’s smile grew a little wider, but his pale blue eyes took on a sharp, predatory look. I’d interested the dwarf. Time to reel him in—or at least let him pretend he was the one doing the reeling.

I turned to Owen and put a big, fake pout on my lips.

“So when are we going to dance? You promised me a dance.”

Again, Grayson’s lips twitched with amusement.

“Sorry… Candy, but I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Perhaps I could dance with the lady,” Tobias Dawson offered. “If you don’t have any objections, Owen.”

Grayson waved his hand. “Of course not. I’ve already had my fun with Candy this evening. She’s all yours, Tobias.”