Tilting her head, her brows furrowed, “Wait is this toward the back end? I pictured it toward the front.”
His strong tanned fingers traced the drawing. “Yes. See, here is the exit onto the patio, and here is where I think the bar should go.”
“I guess I can visualize that. I trust your judgement.”
He casually draped his arm across her shoulders, “It’s going to look great when I’m finished with it.”
“I have no doubt.”
“That’s good then. When we’re done with this place it will be the only place to go for a good time.”
Faye grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “That’s what I’m talking about.”