Chapter Eighty Two

I stifled a yawn as I followed Aaron around the new bar. They landed back in Seattle minutes after Ivan and I did, and Day took one look at me and told Aaron to bring me there.

She’d taken Ivan to get coffee, and I sworn, if she was pulling her matchmaking shit, I would kill her.

“What do you think?” Aaron asked.

I looked around the building. Then, it was carnage in there. Builders were everywhere. There was dust and wooden planks and whatever in every single possible place. But looking at the plans in my hand—Aaron’s vision—I saw it.

“I think it’s gonna be the best damn cocktail bar in the city,” I said honestly.

“Good answer.” He grinned. “It should be ready to go in two weeks. When do you have to tell Donny you’re leaving?”

“I’ll go by when I leave here and tell him. I’ll give him a week’s notice then take a week off.”