The last thing Mia expected to see when she arrived at the bar for demo day was a sheriff’s cruiser out front.
“That can’t be good.”
Throwing her truck into park and wishing she’d taken the time to drink the coffee in her travel mug, she headed for the building. The heavy black door was open, and she could see signs of the lock having been jimmied.
Shit.
The guys were inside with Xander, standing around the bar. Her gaze moved unerringly to Brax, standing shoulder to shoulder with his friends, arms crossed, glowering like a bouncer as the sheriff scribbled notes on a pad.
“What’s going on?”
Jonah scowled. “Somebody broke in last night.”
“Did they take anything?”
He stretched out his arms. “What the hell was there to take? We already got rid of the tables and chairs, and the VFW hau
