Chapter Fifty Eight

“She learned it all from me.” I smiled as our dinner was placed in front of us. “You do have more details, right?”

“Stop fucking with him.” Ivan laughed. “Aaron, just tell her everything. Then she’ll shut up. If not, I’ll shut her up.”

My heel connected with his shin.

“Bitch,” he hissed.

I smiled sweetly.

“Well,” Aaron began, a smile teased his lips, “it’s not a huge building. But there’s a fair-sized bar with a dance floor and plenty of space for tables. I have a designer working on something now—she’ll have it by the weekend—and it should take around three weeks to remodel. I presume that’s enough time to give notice at your current job.”

I swallowed my salmon and pointed my fork in his direction. “I haven’t agreed to anything yet, buddy, and that’s not enough information. Cocktail bar—