EPILOGUE Jordan
Jordan walked around Slap Shot checking on customers, making small talk, and helping a few of the servers. It was the afternoon rush, and the bar was busy as usual. They had a solid group of regulars, and thanks to word of mouth and a certain guest bartender once a month, they were now the favorite place for fans to stop before they went to the game. Even during games they were always packed with fans there to watch the game on the big TVs.
Glancing out the front windows, she couldn’t help but marvel at how pretty the city looked covered in a blanket of snow. It was January, and this was Pittsburgh’s first big snowfall of the season.
“I love snow,” she said to Shelby, who was checking in with the hostess stand.
“Not me.” She grimaced. “It’s cold, and wet, and miserab
