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He caught Birdie’s eye as she giggled.
“What?” he mouthed. But she shook her head.
Sawyer knew what had made her laugh. Conversations like fighting, bridge, and anything went when you were forced to dance in the street. His mom said the Grapevine Twist kept this town connected, and maybe she was right.
He found Birdie again, but she was talking to Bart about a salve her mother makes.
He snorted, which had his siblings looking his way. He ignored them and danced, and when it was done, everyone just carried on with their day. Birdie picked up her lunch order and walked off with J.D.
Sawyer watched and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do now about that woman because he knew that whatever was between them, it wasn’t going anywhere.
Chapter27
Birdie’s shift at the Roll Away started at six the following night. When she arrived, a few locals were there, and some had been for hours by the noise they were making.
The bar’s interior was loud and bright. One wall was painted emerald and another cherry. The roof was full of lights strung from one side to the other that kept Phil the electrician in a job. Another wall had socks. Other towns had things like postcards, beer coasters, and photos of celebrities, even bras, but not Lyntacky. Nope, they had socks.
Needless to say, there were a lot of single socks in town.
“I’ll take a soda and a lager, Birdie.”
“Coming right up, Mr. Rae.”
“How’s that man of yours?”
“I don’t have a man, Mr. Rae. How’s Mrs. Rae?” Birdie put the lager on the bar and moved on to the soda.
“Good, good, she’s got the quilters over tonight, so she throws me out of the house.”
“So you get to drink your lager, talk to friends, and watch the game. That’s not fair.” Birdie winked at him.
“I heard you and Sawyer were seeing each other. Good match from where I’m standing,” Mr. Rae said, handing over his money.
Stay calm, Birdie.
“No, we’re not, and just out of curiosity, how is it a good match when he’s the grumpiest person in town and I like to be happy?”
Mr. Rae leaned on the bar while he thought about his answer.
“Man’s a good one. Loyal and hardworking. Helped his mother and Sheriff Dans raise his siblings. Sawyer’s an onion, Birdie. Plenty of layers. You just need to peel them back.”
“A rotten one,” she muttered as Mr. Rae walked away with his drinks.
“I’ll take one of my Peachy Keens, Birdie. And a Pina Colada for Rolly.”
“I’ll bring them over, Dr. Hannah,” she said to the woman who had given her a breast exam last week. Short, round, and always in a knitted cardigan and plaid skirt, she hadn’t changed a day since she’d set Birdie’s first broken arm.
“You come to me if you need birth control now, Birdie. A man like Sawyer has healthy appetites, I’m sure, and I know you’re not on anything.”
“U-Unnecessary, as we’re friends,” Birdie managed to stammer out. “We just went to his cousin’s wedding together, Dr. Hannah. Nothing more to it than that.”
“Opposites attract, Birdie. He’d be good for you as you’d be good for him. The yin to your yang,” Dr. Hannah said.
“Nothing there, I promise,” she said, getting out the ingredients for the cocktail. How could people think Sawyer would suit her when he was a grumpy asshole?
Hot, grumpy asshole.
“I’ll bring those drinks over, Dr. Hannah,” Birdie said, desperate for the woman to stop talking. Thankfully, she did.
