The Misfit Inn
And yet he'd done nothing about it.
"Even though it's short notice, she's agreed to meet us here to discuss the options," Cayla was saying.
Denver carefully, methodically stacked the empty trays. Misty was coming here?
She'd been in Elvira's before. Everybody in the Ridge had, at some point or other, for lunch or dinner. But, as a rule, she didn't drink. Since he seldom left his sanctum behind the bar, he'd never had the chance to casually chat her up. Not that he was a casual chat up kind of guy. He could've stopped into her shop on Main Street, but what reason did someone like him have to go in to a place called Moonbeams and Sweet Dreams? There was nobody he wanted to send flowers to or
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