Ambushed!. Vicki Thompson Lewis

drink beer and eat some of Josie’s food, probably hamburgers. It was that kind of night.

      “You know what?” Morgan’s eyes shone with excitement. “Dominique just told me about the ghosts that supposedly hang out in the bar. I want to help carry the furniture back in when Josie locks up so I can see if any come around tonight. Fourth of July seems like a prime time to me.”

      Gabe chuckled. “There’re no ghosts. Josie came up with a marketing angle and she’s playing it for all it’s worth, even renaming the place Spirits and Spurs. I gotta hand it to her.”

      “Aw.” Morgan looked disappointed. “I was all set to see some—what was the name you used, Dominique?”