“Foot rub?” Salem asked. “That’s what we’re calling it? Okay.”
“I officially hate you all,” Wyn said without any heat.
“Are we ordering or what?” I asked.
“We already took care of it,” Salem said.
“Did you?” I asked. “What did we get?”
“French toast, pancakes, eggs, sausage, biscuits, bacon,” Salem said. “For the table.”
I shut the menu. “Perfect. But I desperately need coffee.” I stole Wyn’s mug while I waited for the busy server to come to the table.
“So,” I began, looking at Wyn. “You were talking to Garrett Calhoun.”
She raised her brows. “How did you know his name?”
I pointed to Hadley.
“Right,” Wyn muttered.
“What did he say that made you laugh?” I asked.
“Wow, you were really watching me, huh?” Wyn asked.
“You were turning heads, Wyn,” I said. “I couldn’t look away. Besides . . .”
“What?” she pressed.
“I’m curious if the celibacy vow is holding true,” I said.
“Yourwhat?” Salem asked, her jaw dropping open.
Wyn glared at me.
“Oh, so you didn’t tell them what we talked about?” I asked.
“Clearly not,” Hadley said. “So, spill. What’s this celibacy vow business?”
“I’m not having any luck finding quality men to date,” Wyn said. “So Poet suggested that I not let a man into my bed before I let him into my heart.”
The two of them were silent and then finally Hadley nodded. “I think that’s a great idea, actually.”
“Same,” Salem added.
Wyn glanced at me. “And you thought I’d break my pledge at the first sign of a cute cowboy?”
“You had whiskey,” I said. “And he wasreallycute.”
She grinned. “Yeah, fair. But no. I stuck to my guns. I probably should take a vow of sobriety, just to make it easier on myself. No drinking equals no lowering of inhibitions. No lowering of inhibitions, no regret in the morning.”
“Cheers,” Salem said, lifting her cup of tea. “It’s a good thing you didn’t fall for Garrett’s charm and good looks.”
“Why’s that?” Wyn asked.
The fire alarm blared through the diner.
“It’s probably a false alarm,” Salem said. “So no one panic. Let’s just move quickly.”
