Chapter Four
“AREN’T THESE GAMES a little outdated?” Josh Rayburn asked as he helped Ezra unload one of the massive video games from the back of the truck.
Jake Goodman just laughed as he guided them down the runway. “That’s what makes them classics. They’re perfect.”
“But why do we need them?” Josh persisted. “I mean, you added the pool tables and some new dart boards. Don’t you think that’s enough to drive in traffic to the bar? This is just going to make the place crowded.”
“I asked him the same thing,” Noel Hastings said as she stood there, her hands on her curvaceous hips, the slight breeze pulling at her blond hair. “He just said they weren’t for the guests.”
Jake shrugged, showing no remorse for his desire to add to the entertainment of the bar. “That’s right. They’re for me. W
