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O’Kelley’s was relatively quiet when I walked in Thursday night. The guys were already at the bar, talking and laughing at something Gavin said. I headed straight there, taking a seat on the end next to Ramsey.
Hudson set a beer down in front of me. I nodded at him in thanks and brought it to my lips as I listened to the conversation already in progress.
“Having my girlfriend work for you is trouble,” Gavin grumbled.
“Having my wife work here was no fun either,” Ramsey said.
“Melody worked here?” I asked.
Ramsey nodded. “For a few months when we were apart last year. She was starting up her business and wanted to have consistent income since we were separated. She only worked here during the day, but I hated every second of it.”
“I loved it,” Hudson said. “She kept everything in
