“Hey, Savannah.” He smiles big. He usually comes into the bar every weekday night at six to grab a beer before going home. Sometimes on Saturday, he comes in with his wife, but it’s a rare thing.

“If you are here for your nightly beer.” I smile at him. “You’re fresh out of luck,” I joke with him.

“I’m not here for that.” He shakes his head. “I got a call from Beau.” It shocks me that Beau would have called him already. “Decided to see if we could help.”

I look at him shocked and speechless. “That is really kind of you.” I look over at the bar. “But I can pay for it.”

He nods. “Now that you’re here, you can show me inside.”

“Sure.” I turn, making my way into the bar. After opening the door, I hear Tony whistle from beside me as he takes in the scene. The destruction still shocks me. “I tried to clean up some of it.” I walk in and pick up a chair. “But”—I shrug—“I didn’t get far.”

“Wow.” He looks around, taking it in. “They didn’t miss anything.”

“Nope.” I shake my head while he writes things on his clipboard. I pick up a couple of chairs, then walk over to the bar and decide to sweep up all the bottles.

Thirty minutes later, Tony comes over while I finish sweeping the broken glass into a box. “I’m going to head out,” he says. “We’ll be here tomorrow bright and early.”

“Okay.” I smile at him. “I’ll see what I can get done tonight, and I’ll also be here tomorrow.”

“See you then.” He turns and walks out of the door. I squat down to clean up the remainder of the mess. I grab a notepad to take inventory of the glasses that are left. I’m about to put the pad down when the door swings open, and I look up, seeing Beau coming in with two bags in his hands. I try not to look surprised, but I’m sure that I fail miserably.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, setting the pad down on the bar top.

“I went by your house, and you weren’t there,” he says, walking in. “I figured you came back here, so I got you dinner.” He lifts his arms.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I say, wondering what the fuck happened with Melody. Not that I care because he’s free to do what he wants. But still.