Her Dirty Bartenders (Men at Work #5) - Mika Lane Page 0,58

opening a new place.”

Wonders never ceased.

It was going to feel good to start over with a different concept. We’d sold Tableau for a very nice price and paid back Cab’s father. We were now opening a members-only club with cozy seating areas, a full kitchen, a few hotel rooms on the top floor, meeting spaces, and a gym.

That’s right. Marni was moving Altitude to our new place.

Which was as of yet, unnamed.

Stell had suggested License & Registration, which apparently were the first words she’d heard spoken when she arrived in Denver, thanks to Robbie smashing into her car.

But she was only kidding. At least I hoped so. Clever idea, but no go.

Our beautiful Stell. I felt like I’d won the damn lottery.

And so did the other guys.

We were beyond psyched that she was staying. And she was not only staying, but she was staying for us.

So fucking awesome.

We walked around the old, abandoned candy factory that was to be our new club. It was massive, which was how we were able to do so much with it. We’d repaid my dad and gotten real investors this time, not the kind who would arbitrarily pull the plug. It was all going to be fucking amazing.

“Would you look at this place,” Cab said, kicking up dust and dirt as he wandered through the dimly lit building.

Although pretty much trashed at the moment, the place had a magical level of potential with its old-school casement windows, sky-high ceilings, and exposed beams and ironwork.

“This is going to be amazing,” Stell agreed. “I can lead my yoga classes on the roof when it’s nice out.”

“Hey, congrats to your dad on his reelection,” Cab said.

“Eh. He was probably always going to win. Despite Vaughn’s efforts to sabotage him,” Stell said.

Vaughn had well and truly shot himself in the foot. Not only had his actions not had one iota of impact on Congressman Kline’s campaign, but he’d also made an enemy for life out of the man.

Vaughn turned out to be a dummy. But we knew any man who would stray from Stell had to be an idiot.

I looked around at the cavernous room and could imagine people meeting friends for a mellow lunch or dinner, having parties and celebrations, and coming in for their regular Altitude workouts. The wild, loud, dance-filled nightclub was something we’d grown out of. It was fun for a while. But we were ready for something a little more adult now.

But not too adult.

We’d still be bartenders. And most importantly, Stell would still be our girl.

There were lots of unknowns about what lay ahead, but with the beautiful little family we’d put together, we were confident we could handle anything that came our way.

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