The following morning, Elizabeth pushed through the door of the bar and sniffed. The nasty smell had finally been eradicated. The place was clean and the finishing touches had been added to the décor. Football jerseys on one wall, hockey stick and puck on another; a basketball net and framed picture of Michael Jordan hung near the door.
She flipped on the lights and looked around. A little more than a week and it was a brand- new place. Hope surged in her chest. This would work. Behind the bar, bottles of alcohol glinted in the lights. The smooth surface of the bar gleamed.
Who wouldn’t want to come in here to drink?
Colin had had his five TVs installed yesterday along with whatever satellite system he needed to get the sports channels. It had felt good to relinquish that to him. They h
