“I was,” She confessed with a smile. “I’m usually pretty good at figuring accents out, but yours is a little different.” Dutch leaned a little closer, propping her elbow up on the bar and taking another small sip from her glass.

“What’s in that voice of yours besides a touch of New York, then, hmm?” Dutch raised her eyebrows slightly. She’d invited him out for drinks to learn more about him and she was going to do just that. It was clear to her that Fet was a man with layers to be discovered. That made her feel like a bit of an explorer.