You couldn’t miss something you’d never have, could you?

It was raining cats and dogs outside. No wonder nobody seemed to want to spend their evening at the bar tonight.

The door at the bar swung open, and a woman with a long coat came through the door. Drenched from head to toe, she walked hurriedly to the bar counter. Her boot steps were marking the floor with water. Her wet hair was short just below her chin, and a neon green colour laced with electric purple was, for sure, a distinctive choice for hair colour.

“That bad, huh?” Ross glanced at the woman who just entered his bar. He stopped wiping the clean glass and gestured for the lovely woman to sit.

“Why didn’t you date me, Ross?” She put her elbow on the counter and rested her chin on her palm. Bronze eyes fixed on the bartender.

“Not entirely true. We’d tried dating things back then.” Ross grinned at her. “The usual?” he offered to fix her a drink. It was, what? Two years ago? Does it still count as usual? She’d stopped coming years ago, and I offered her ‘the usual?’ what am I? A sodding loser?

Bri didn’t answer, she hesitated, looked at her belly for a long two seconds and then at him. “I’m not sure,” she said at last. Ross sighed heavily—he was bloody sure it...