Chapter Eighteen
Trying again to fasten the clasp of the bracelet that matched her earrings, Molly failed twice. Her mind wasn’t on the task she was trying to accomplish; it was on the task that Blake wanted to accomplish tonight, here, in her bar, using her to fashion himself as bait. Maybe the plan had a chance of working, it could be smart, but she wasn’t sure that she wanted it to succeed.
Coming onto her premises through the banquet hall had been a revelation. The whole space had been transformed to be lively and welcoming, just as it was when her dad ran the establishment. Chills had enveloped her as she took in the sight of people once again smiling and enjoying themselves, but the eerie sense subsided when she realized just how much patrons were reveling in this once sealed-off e
