How did that old quote go? Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world...
Well, this was a biker bar, not a gin joint, and there wasn't really a town nearby. But to have my long-lost stepbrother the rock star show up in the very place I'd washed up a month earlier - that was the same kind of irony.
Thank God he wouldn't recognize me. I'd been ten years old when he last saw me seventeen years ago.
Too bad for my battered heart that my stepbrother the rock star was hot.