The dive bar was indeed a dive bar, but the perk of places like that was they had their regulars.

The not-so-perky part was the amount of upkeep needed for the crumbling building and décor. As the business owner, all those repairs fell on my financial shoulders, like the ones now needed after the unexpected flood.

I was waiting for the insurance adjuster to come when the bell over the old red door jingled.

A woman stepped in, and my eyes did a quick scan to catch very nice legs in faded jeans, a gray pullover and blonde hair slicked back into a ponytail.

It killed me to say it, but I had no choice.

“Sorry, we’re closed. We had a flood the other day, and it’s still wet as hell in here. And it’s a health hazard and — ”

She raised a hand and... Read More