Colin poured another beer and checked the time. Still two hours until closing. It had been a quiet evening, which suited him, so he’d sent most of the staff home. He and Jenna could close by themselves. Someone kept playing some sad, sappy music on the jukebox, which didn’t help his mood.
He wiped down the bar, thinking about his options if he left O’Leary’s. The money he’d socked away wasn’t enough for a business of his own. The few offers he’d made went nowhere. Ryan had made it abundantly clear that he would be no help. Colin would have to figure it out on his own.
He didn’t get far with his tired brain when a soft scent tickled his nose. He looked over to see Legs. Of course, the woman had yet to introduce herself, but she had a great pair of legs, so in his imaginings of her, he cal
