Ryan entered his bar looking for escape. He’d spent the weekend mostly alone, except for a brief visit with his mom where she spoke of nothing but Colin. After that, he was more than happy to seek solitude.
Until he found it.
Then he thought of Quinn working her way down her list. The thought adequately ruined the rest of his weekend.
New week. New perspective. No Quinn.
Mary sat at the bar with a cup of coffee at her elbow and papers in her hand. She swiveled the stool to face him. “Good. You’re here. I need to talk about setup for tomorrow night. Speed dating.”
“I remember,” he grumbled. He also remembered the reason he’d had Mary plan the event.
“Grab a seat.” She spread a couple of sheets out on the bar where he sat. “I think everyone will fit comfortably if we take over the danc
