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Her head spun with possibilities Between Dalton’s, Tristan’s, and her own expertise, she knew she could furnish a good chunk of the house with finds from the Barn They needed love and renovation, and each piece told a story and would be the focus of the room

Usually at every step she would question whether each pick would fit the personality and lifestyle of her client But this tio with a different approach Trust her gut instead of the couple’s last feedback What if she designed this hos to dictate the theether Then she’d build the Rosenthals’ flavor and style around the centerpiece

She’d Ti account with Mr Reynolds, the owner and seeed her buys and h the rest of her list Once she mentioned Caleb and his brothers, he relaxed and seeht fit her vision

When they finally reached the bar, Morgan slid onto her chair, exhausted but replete with satisfaction Sydney shook her head and laughed "You look like you just had sex"

Morgan didn’t even have the strength to blush "I feel like it Maybe this is why I love art"

Morgan grinned and looked around This was definitely not the type of bar-restaurant boasted about in the village of Harrington It was a reatness, but it needed so, scarred wood floors, and eclectic art pieces e The bar e brick wall setting off the endless bottles and glasses displayed with pride The old any was stripped and dull, and the surface needed refinishing, but if it were ever restored, it would be a s inti secrets to be shared The pool table and dartboard in the back contributed to the atmosphere of casualness, and the booths and chairs were si Knickknacks exploded frolasses, pictures, and interestingly shaped -screen televisions took up the corners The scents of burgers and fries drifted in the air, and an ie of beer tastes

"Whatcha drinking, ladies?"

The bartender had long coal-black hair that curled wildly around her face, inky dark eyes, and a badass linted in the side of her nose, and her nails were long and scarlet red She wore jeans and a leather-fringed tank top and had a tattoo on her shoulder of a knife glinting with blood at the tip Fascinated, Morgan leaned in "White wine Chardonnay I like your tat"

The wo to decide if she was being mocked Finally she nodded "Thanks" She turned to Sydney "You?"

"Harp"

Her raceful, and in seconds, their glasses were in front of thean shared an iht? Heard they got a nener"

The woman cocked a hip, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and scowled "I’rinned "Awesoers still rock?"

"They’re better" The woman paused, then seean--she’s new in town, too"

Morgan nodded at her She wondered if Raven was more Caleb’s type She definitely didn’t hite, or screaht depressed her

Raven pushed two menus over "I updated some of the apps Wanna switch to a booth or eat at the bar?"

"Here’s good," Morgan said There was so in an infor She res and crisp linen napkins fro to know, but how badly did she crave to eat in front of the television or with plastic cutlery for a change? Her mother would have a breakdown if she knew her only child now frequented drive-throughs and usually ate roo dining tables and proper eating utensils Her rebellious years got wiped out when she got her diagnosis of cancer While her friends partied and dealt with college ro recovery Of course, she tried to make up for it later, but by that time she’d been involved with Elias, and he frowned on frequenting bars Now she finally had a valid opportunity

"You got it," Raven said She lingered, her gaze touching on the white wine, then flicking back up to her face "I stock a decent label, but I specialize in cocktails I can neWanna try one?"

Morgan looked down at her glass The last ti but white aswell, it waswell, maybe never? She nibbled on her lip "I’ave a slow grin "Can’t have that I need a virgin palette to test soet you a few samples on the house" She turned to Sydney "You in?"

Sydney rubbed her palether "Hell yes"