Vincent's POV
I'd just gotten home after a long day reviewing construction plans for Rachel's ski resort when my phone rang.
I was exhausted. Every muscle ached from tension, and all I wanted was to pour myself a drink and collapse on the couch.
But the name on the screen made me pause.
Martin Hayes. My friend from college, we'd been roommates for three years, had stayed close even as our careers took us in different directions.
"Martin," I answered. "What's up?"
"Vincent! Man, it's been too long. Listen, I'm opening a new bar tomorrow night, exclusive place, really upscale. I want you there for the grand opening."
"I appreciate the invite," I said, already planning my excuse, "but I don't think I can make it. I've got a lot going on right now—"
"Come on," Martin interrupted. "You
