Not a f*****g thing. That’s what he knew about bowling. The muscles in his jaw were so tight he thought they’d c***k. “Not much.”
“That’s what I was afraid of.”
She looked defeated. Not quite as bad as her near breakdown in his apartment, but pretty bad. How did she handle working when she took everything so personally? Like this was a personal failure? “We’ll figure it out. All we need is to find someone who’s willing to teach us. There are plenty of bowling alleys in the city.”
“And?”
“I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but we’ll do some research. I’m thinking if we can sway one good manager to join us, we’ll be golden.”
She crossed her arms. “Have someone in mind?”
“No, but I was just thinking that Ryan has his manager, Mary, trained so well that she could run the bar without
