Mimi didn’t ask how they’d gotten into the locked bar, but from the amused look on Sheriff Hernandez’s face, someone had mad lock-picking skills. Good to know. The results of the mad decorating frenzy looked like an Easter display had exploded, raining lambs, bunnies and far too much cute. Mimi’s teeth hurt. Since it was what they wanted, however, she’d live with it. Fancy drinks with silly names? Check. Party games? Check, check.Chicken wings and celery sticks?Check, check, and check.Her work here was done. She might have had to use duct tape to hang the decorations, but hopefully the resulting paint damage would be minimal. Screw it if it wasn’t. She could touch up.Little pots of hydrangeas stood on each bar table, dwarfed by the mountain of presents on top of the bar. Gia had better be packing quintuplets, because Mimi had no idea how the woman would ever use that much stuff.Abbie, Laura and Katie had flopped onto barstools to recover from the decorating frenzy.“It’s going to be your turn next.”
