“Why so down?”

When I glanced up, Kenzo leaned against his side of the bar. This time, he was closer, and I wanted to forget everything but the color of his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, for starters, you were barely alive when Brett was trying to get to know you. Now that he’s gone, I briefly questioned if you were a robot.” He grinned and tilted his head to the side.

“No, no robot here.” I laughed weakly.

“Then why so sad?”

“It’s just been one of those days.” I lifted the drink and took a sip, just to give my hands something to do. Any time someone stared straight at me, I felt the need to fidget. What would he see?

A crazy person? A beautiful woman? Just a stranger?

“I know what you need.” He tapped two fingers on the bar.

“And that would be?” I hedged, unsure where this conversation was going. Kenzo was Brett’s friend, so he should be safe. But I knew from past experiences, not everyone was what they seemed. Look at Lauren, for example.

Then there was my dad too.

“Sex.”