Same Time Next Week (Epilogue)

The following year, late Spring

“Swanky!”

The low wolf whistle behind her was as familiar to her as her own voice, but Shelby was still surprised to hear it. Her first customer on the first day of Grand Opening Week at Shelby’s was none other than Jackson and his merry band of musicians—Rod, Duke, Sam and Cole. Jackson had brought them all, in lieu of tour rehearsal to have a drink at Shelby’s bar.

This was a big deal, she realized. Jackson was all about work.

“Welcome to Shelby’s. I’m Shelby!”