Jeri Halston should be working on Wall Street, not in a forgotten old bar in Flagstaff. But the brilliant, gorgeous twenty-six-year-old prefers bartending at Joe's Last Stand Saloon to climbing the corporate ladder. When Jeri starts receiving love letters from an anonymous admirer, she's amused by their far-flung postmarks and coy Polaroids that never quite show the writer's face. Their postscripts are even more intriguing: "Don't order dog." Hilarious...