Celle was named by her mother after the German town where she lost her virginity to a US Army captain when she was a young Air Force sergeant stationed in Frankfurt. Hating the name when she was young, Celle had gone by Michelle all through high school. It was the name her ex-stepbrother Jace knew her as. Thinking of Jace made her wonder again, did your step siblings become ex just because your respective parents divorced? Jace had always been cool and she felt a lot of angst when he vanished from her life at thirteen.
The reason she was thinking of Jace now was because he had just walked into the Tucson bar where she twirled a straw in a her strawberry margarita, looking cute as she sat on a bar stool, her tight skirt hiked up around her thighs, pink streaks in her dark wavy hair and a pierced left nostril. Her whisky brown eyes lingered on his tight jean-clad ass as he strutted to the pool table. Then she frowned as he and her target Tuco shook hands and began to speak.