Elizabeth had been in town for a week and she felt buried. IP wasn’t just in the red, it bled profusely. She was desperate to turn this bar around, and her self-imposed deadline to make some kind of improvement was bearing down on her.
Two days had passed since almost having s*x with a stranger. She knew how Keith and her father normally approached a job, but this one was so different, she thought she’d tackle it with a new method, one she prayed she wouldn’t regret. Armed with the bit of research she could drag up, she entered O’Leary’s Pub again before she lost her nerve.
She’d never tried a move so bold, and she wasn’t sure she could pull it off. But it felt right.
She stood at the bar and waited to get the attention of the bartender. Of course, it would have to be the sexy one who’d
