Chapter Three
Molly hopped off the bottom stair and flattened her hair as she cleared her throat and pushed open the door to the now-empty bar. Joel had texted her to say that everyone was gone and he was heading out about ten minutes ago. He had given Blake a glowing report, so it looked like her new hire was off to a good start.
“Wow, you’ve cleaned up,” she said, when she saw Blake working.
Blake looked up from his mopping. “Thought it would be in the job description,” he said.
“Well yeah,” she said, and swung herself behind the bar. “But I usually have to tell people that… Sorry, I didn’t mean to stay upstairs all night.”
“It’s okay,” Blake said, and went back to mopping. “It was quiet anyway. What were you up to up there?”
“Working on a college assignment,” Molly said, pinging o
