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And I’ll also order some extra food so that they can join us for a quick bite before we finish our work in the bar for the day.

But first and foremost, I’m going to make things right with Sunday.

Chapter 12

Sunday

I swipe a snowflake from the tip of my nose and slip my key into the lock.

Well, technically it’s Casey’s key, but seeing as I’m the person who’s currently having mini-palpitations about the state of his savings account, I think that I have the little-sister right to check out what he’s bought.

Plus, it’s a welcome distraction from my shit-show morning, when I asked Jason out pretty unsubtly via text.

I wince, my belly clenching, at how freaking embarrassed I felt when he gave me the most gentle brush-off imaginable.

And, honestly, what the hell was I thinking asking the hottest bachelor in Phoenix Falls if he wants tohikewith me on a Saturday morning?

ASaturday morning. As in, the morning after Friday night.

Of course Jason won’t be available. He’ll be shacking up with some gorgeous small-towner, after a long hard week of being the big blue-collar stud that he is.

I mean, in his defence, he did follow up his text with about a million attempted phone calls, plus a rough and husky voicemail that admittedly made my heart race.

Not only is he a ridiculously skilled sweet-talker, he also has the sexiest voice to sweet-talk in.

Those gentle words paired with that deep voice?

Jason Coleson is dangerous for my fragile heart.

I push open the backdoor to Casey’s secret bar, the toes of my cowgirl boots clipping softly against the varnished hardwood. Then I begin to make my way down the corridor that hosts the office and the storerooms.

And I immediately pause.

Wait a second.

Varnishedhardwood?

I blink down at my boots, eyes wide as I take in the rich brown wood beneath them.

I could have sworn that the last time I came in here the flooring wasnotvarnished. In fact…

I nudge my pointed toe against a slightly ajar door and my jaw almost hits the ground when I see that it’s stocked with furnishings and electricals.

They were definitely notin here the last time that I checked.

Who the hell is Casey working with?!

Too surprised to stop, I brush my curls back from my face and storm down the rest of the corridor, stalling in the doorway when I come to the main room.

I gape at it in shock.

What the hell?

When I first found out about Casey’s bar it had clearly already had some work done, but now it’s half furnished and looking as though it’s in its final stages.

I step into the room on shaking legs, my breathing quickening as I take it all in. The upholstered booths. The stunning handmade tables. Even the top of the bar has a beautiful bespoke counter.

I trace the tips of my fingers over the smooth surface, unable to comprehend how much this will have all cost.

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