What they hadn’t made public until tonight, or until last night since it was now the wee hours of Sunday morning, was their pre-grand opening. On Halloween night. Paddington’s anniversary night. Erin’s night. Sebastian felt the urge to drive his fist into the mouth of the nearest trumpet or sax. He couldn’t put his finger on the reason why, but he had a feeling word of Erin’s party plans had leaked—in which case his fist would make more of an impact connecting with the jaw of the suspect ex-employee. But he kept his suspicions—and his thoughts of violence—to himself. He needed to consider Erin’s needs, not his own. Though, lately, he’d found it difficult to differentiate between the two. Strange, but coming to grips with that reality hadn’t been as hard as he’d thought. Along with Cali and Will, Sebastian had come home with Erin after the bar had closed.
