“He wasn’t trash!” I said. “Not the whole time.”
“But he doesn’t matter anyway,” she said. “Bryce isn’t really an issue here, right? It’sNashwho’s the issue…and you’re a for sure no on him, right?”
Well. I didn’t quite know.
But I said, “For sure, no.”
“So you need a distraction, yes?”
I scoffed. “I mean…no, I’ll be fine, I don’t constantly need a man?—”
“What about him?”
I followed Delia’s gaze over to the bar, where there was a cute guy sitting with his friend. They were both sitting with their backs to the bar—leaning against it, talking, glancing over every so often.
I blushed and stared at my glass.
“Delia!”
“They’ve been giving us eyes for like almost an hour,” she said. “Tourists. Almost definitely. We could flirt a little, maybe you distract yourself with one of them and I get some too…”
“You’re actually disgusting.”
“I’m a genius,” she said.
She raised her hand higher?—
“Don’t do it!” I warned her.
She did it.
She waved at the guys.
Why?
I stared at my wine glass as the two men pushed off the bar and walked toward our table. The wine was excellent. The decor was lovely. I was going to kill Delia Jones.
“Hi,” the taller one was saying. “Sorry to interrupt—we weren’t sure if you were waiting for people or?—”
“Just us,” Delia said warmly. “Sit down. I’m Delia.”
“Jake.” He pulled out the chair beside her. His friend took the one beside me. “This is Connor.”
Connor was dark-haired, nice-faced. He was interested, I thought. Maybe? I really didn’t know, I hadn’t dated in five years, and before that I hadn’t really dated either, so?—
“This is Maggie,” Delia said, gesturing at me. “You two just passing through or new in town?”
Jake smiled. “Here from Boston for a little frat reunion, actually—doing some fishing down at the lake, hiking around the falls…getting drunk.”
“You picked the right weekend for it,” Delia said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Foliage is peak right now.”
“It’s incredible,” Jake agreed. “We were up here last fall too but this is something else.” He looked around Summit & Vine appreciatively. “This place is great. Someone at the inn told us to try Rick’s next — you know it?”
“Rick’s is the best bar in town,” Delia said.
“It’s very local,” I said carefully.
“What’s the difference?” Connor asked, looking at me with that easy uncomplicated interest.
