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After they’d cleaned up the bakery as much as possible, Harrison slapped a hand on Caleb’s shoulder and said he was going to take him for a drink. “You look like you need it,” he said.
Caleb wasn’t sure he was the person who needed a drink the most—Megan probably was the number one candidate—but he wasn’t going to turn down free booze. His shift now over until morning, he let his older brother buy the first round of drinks at the Fainting Goat, a watering hole opened a few years ago in Fair Haven’s small downtown.
Owned by Trent Younger, a family friend of the Thorntons, the Fainting Goat had been successful the moment it had opened its doors. Trent now owned a number of restaurants in the area, and last Caleb had heard, he was looking to open a location in Seattle. Trent also had a h
