With that one simple word, Colin relaxed. He’d thought for sure Elizabeth wouldn’t agree to any of his ideas. She looked completely lost over the concept of a sports bar. He didn’t understand why she wanted to make this thing work instead of selling it when she had no idea what she was doing. He doubted she’d ever even stepped foot in a bar, except for doing research.
“Awesome.” He scooped up his napkins and balled them up. One by one he shot them into the trashcan behind the bar. He only missed twice.
“Are you done playing now? We have a lot of work to do. I have decorators coming in to look around and offer bids on fixing this mess. I also have vendors coming in. Before we can know what to order, I think we need to determine our drink menu.” She reached into her briefcase and pulled ou
