Colin avoided his entire family for the next two days. He’d worked around the clock to keep his mind off Elizabeth. He’d listened to her message a dozen times. I wish you were here. Like some lame postcard. Not “I’m sorry I f****d up.” Certainly not “I love you.” And then she had just left. She went back to Florida without a good-bye, like a toddler who’d lost her favorite game. As if he didn’t have a good reason for being pissed off and hurt. She obviously didn’t want to speak to him, so he got to work to forget her.
He’d received a very businesslike e-mail informing him that the bar and bowling alley would be on the market immediately. She kindly asked him to return to Brannigan’s and complete the kitchen so it would be ready to sell.
The kitchen was finally finished for the bar, and t
