I glanced towards the back door, my hand tightening around my beer. “I’m honestly not sure. She seemed to be letting her guard down a bit today…until you walked in.”

Hunter’s gaze hardened, and I knew I’d crossed a line. Shit. I was supposed to be making amends with my brother, not making things worse. “I fucked up. I admit it. I should’ve told Bell I was calling you from the beginning. But she’s acting more pissed at me than she is at you, and I stayed.”

I swallowed back the retort on my tongue. I’d bought that anger and more. “Ethan’s right. You know how Trouble’s temper is. Just give her a few days to cool down.”

Ethan slapped his hands down on the bar. “All right, this family tension is making me feel super uncomfortable. So, how about we eat instead?”

I let out a chuckle. “Fair enough. What do you guys want?”

Caelyn appeared from the hallway with a tub of ice. “Holy hot guys.” She let out a low whistle. “What’re you doing here so early? Not that I’m complaining about the eye candy.”

Ethan grinned. “Early lunch. The boss is buying.”

Hunter scowled and knocked the ball cap off Ethan’s head. “I said we could break for lunch early, not that I’d buy you food. You eat too much. You’ll bankrupt me.”

Ethan patted his stomach. “I’m a growing boy.”

“Growing a beer gut, maybe,” Hunter chided.

“Here, I can take your orders and give them to Hank.” Caelyn pulled out a pad and pen from under the bar and started scrawling.

I turned to face my brother. “Did you have the guys help you fix up the bar? I’ve been meaning to tell you how great everything looks.” Hunter just stared at me, and everyone else grew quiet. “What?”

It was Caelyn who spoke up. “It wasn’t Hunter. I mean, he helped with some of the heavy lifting, but it was all Bell.”

My brows rose. “Bell?” When I knew her, she’d had zero interest in renovation or anything of the sort.

Hunt cleared his throat. “Yeah. She’s been taking online classes for interior design.” He glanced around the space, a small smile tipping his lips. “She’s got a real knack for it.”

I looked around the bar with new eyes. Taking in everything from the big changes, like the poured cement floors, to the small details, like the distressed metal menu holders. Everything fit together in an effortless balance of rustic chic. And I knew after looking at the books that she’d made things look a lot more expensive than they were. “Why isn’t she taking classes in Seattle?”

“I’m just going to get this order in with Hank.” Caelyn hustled towards the kitchen as if the bar were on fire.