Walking into the dark lighting of Smokey’s Tavern, Brianne slowed to a stop as she canvassed the bar. She’d been finishing up her conversation with Danette when Fred and Mitch had passed by. With little more than a nod and the casual reminder that they’d meet her there, they’d walked out in the evening, leaving her behind to catch up.             Now, as her eyes adjusted to the crowd milled around the dinky little bar, she sought out Mitch’s broad-shouldered frame. She supposed he must have been a hockey player in his own youth. He certainly had the build for it with his stocky frame, well-developed upper arms and large…