Chapter 8It was nervous tension, not the imagined awkwardness to being found in Lee’s bed when Lee woke, that got Scott up as soon as dawn broke. That’s what he was telling himself at least. After all, tomorrow was going to be his first day open, a quieter day in case they had to work out some bugs or fine-tune some processes. Then, hopefully, Friday would be their big dinner night, with couples on dates and families out for dinner. Saturday night would be the big deal, though—with their first local band on stage and their grand opening event.
He went down to the bar and walked the entire shop, going over everything he’d already gone over a dozen times—sliding salt and pepper shakers a quarter inch to the left or right from where they already stood, dusting non-existent dust off the shiny
