Felicity hadn’t really gotten Brady’s love for Cassidy’s, but now? Now it was easy for everyone to see just how much the bar meant to him.

“I think we’d be extremely lucky to be as passionate about something as he is about this place. He’s lucky,” Sloane said.

Felicity nodded slowly. Then excused herself. Sloane had to admit she got a teensy bit worried when the woman headed to the bar and in the direction of said bartender, but then Felicity cut right and went to the bathroom.

Marcus, who had been finishing his conversation with the local mechanic, Dina Morris, took a swig of his beer and turned his attention to Sloane. Just like she thought it was okay for Felicity to feel a bit of remorse for her and Brady’s failed relationship, Sloane knew there would never be a day that she didn’t think Marcus Robertson was a pure, genuine, and nice guy.

“Hey, can I tell you a secret?” he asked, trying to whisper over the music and chatter.

“Sure!”

He quickly scanned the crowd until he found the person he was looking for. He pointed to his twin.

Carol had been weirdly absent from Sloane’s personal space since she’d arrived. It was nice not to play mind games, but bless Brady’s heart, he’d been serving her all night.

“Carol tried to overthrow this party by putting together her own.” He shook his head. “But guess what? Everyone she asked already said they were coming here. Even Ruby said she wanted to be here.”

They took a moment to find Ruby in the crowd. For once she wasn’t stuck to Carol’s side and had her lips stuck to the mayor’s metaphorical ass instead. They’d been talking since the moment after he’d finished telling Sloane and Brady that he couldn’t wait for the pageant.

“Wow, that’s big,” Sloane said, meaning it.

Marcus laughed and threw his arms out wide. “This party is big! I mean, y’all really just killed it!”

Sloane felt her lips curve up into a smile. Warmth spread across her heart. Though it wasn’t from the compliment; it was from the fact that a Robertson had given his stamp of absolute approval.

The Golden Boy of Arbor Bay had endorsed Cassidy’s Place.

Which meant the rest of Arbor Bay who had been sleeping on the bar since The Drinking Spot opened might now wake the hell up and help support their own.

Which would make Brady happy. And that’s what she wanted.

Something she couldn’t get back in Nashville.

Brady and Brady’s happiness.

Sloane bathed in that inner warmth until Felicity came back to the table. She was also smiling but, apparently, for a very different reason.

“Sloane, have you seen what’s in the women’s bathroom?”

“You mean the tampon platter?”