Carl frowned as she easily dismissed the men who'd accosted her. She was strong, confident and beautiful. Of course. His plan wouldn't have worked anyway. Tossing back the rest of his drink, he nodded to the bar keep to get his attention. After folding a bill in half, he left the glass on top of it and stood. His interest in a night of drinking on his own was officially spent. Only sad, pathetic old fools went to the bar to drink alone. Weaving around the laughing, talking clusters of people, he crossed to the door. Just before he exited, he cast a last glance around, looking for the woman in the booth, but there were too many people in the way. She was out of his sight. Sighing, he exited the bar, stepped into the fading light of sunset, and headed for his car.