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Prologue

~Callie~

“What do youmy fist on Bernie’s desk “He knew I didn’t want it!”

Bernie shrugs and sits back in his creaky chair, folds his hands over his round belly and sucks on a peppere that he left the bar and all of its contents to you, Callie”

“And all of its debt, no doubt,” I ertips on my forehead “I have a life in Colorado, Bernie What aht occurs to me “I’ll sell it!”

“Well, here’s the thing”

“Don’t tell me that there’s a clause in the will that says that I have to in and live in a haunted castle for a year in order to inherit,” I reply dryly “That’s cliché, even for my dad”

Bernie grins “No, nothing that dramatic”

“Good”

“Your dad tried to sell it a few times over the years, but it never sold It needs some work, Callie”

I stare at him, confused “He never told me he tried to sell”

Not that I spoke to him often

“He never even got a nibble”

“But, it’s located in the heart of the French Quarter Surely, someone would want to buy it, fix it up and either flip it or run it”

Bernie’s face transfor smile “Perhaps someone would”

My eyes narrow “I’ it”

“No, you’re inheriting it” He leans forward again, and his brown eyes soften Eyes just like my dad’s “I loved your father, despite all of his faults He loved three things in his life: your mother, The Odyssey, and you”

I refuse to cry in front of my uncle

“He fully fond of whiskey too,” I reply, but he just narrows his eyes at me “Uncle Bernie—”

“You’ve been spending all these years up in Denver, running that club and flipping houses, and your dad was real proud of you But maybe it’s time to come home, darlin’”

Denver is home

“I’ll flip it,” I reply and stand to leave his office “I have savings”

“Call me if you need me,” he calls as I saunter out of his office and down toticket on the windshield

This isn’tday

I pull my phone out oftihtclub in Denver that I also happen to e