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“No Godiva?”
“Or syrup swirl.”
Though that tempted her, the white one seemed more seasonal. “How about the best of both worlds? You order one; I’ll get the other. We can have a taste test.”
“Let’s do it. Then we know what to order for round two.”
Abigail laughed. “If I have more than one, I’ll either have to get a room here because I’m asleep, or I’ll have to catch an Uber home and pay a hundred dollars for leaving my car overnight.”
“You can always stay at my place.”
Which she had done once. Raven’s couch was so short and uncomfortable that Abigail’s back had hurt for days.
The server returned for their orders. Abigail considered herself lucky that he’d come back at all. Patrons were lined up in front of the bar, and the place was standing room only.
Raven moved her chair closer to Abigail’s so they didn’t have to shout at each other to be heard. At this point, the jazz music was no longer audible.
“So where is your piece of delicious holiday candy this evening?”
Abigail spooned a few nuts onto her napkin and popped a cashew into her mouth. “I’m not sure.”
“What?” Raven sat up straight. “Yesterday morning he looked as if he wanted to devour you.”
Abigail flushed. He’d definitely done that.
“You spent the day with him! I know you did. That grin gives you away. I want the details.Allof them.”
Abigail shared the highlights, saying they’d scened and had lunch at Chaudière before going back to Hayes’s house. But she kept the intimate parts to herself.
Their drinks arrived, interrupting the conversation.
Her martini glass was decorated with hand-painted holly and berries. The delectable concoction screamed winter, was deliciously thick and creamy, and packed a wallop. It was everything a cocktail should be.
Though Raven’s was wonderful, Abigail was more than satisfied with her choice.
After a couple of sips, Raven circled back to their conversation. “Where were we? Oh, right. Master Christmas Wish took you back to his house. Then what happened?”
“It’s kind of complicated.”
“He didn’t do a hump and dump, did he?” she demanded. “If he did—”
“No.”Frantically Abigail shook her head. “He’s not that type.”
After lifting her glass, Raven regarded Abigail over the rim. “So where is he?”
Abigail filled in some of the missing parts, telling her friend about his ex-wife and son and what had happened in Aspen.
“She sounds like a bitch.”
Which was essentially what Hayes had said.
“You haven’t heard from him?”
“A couple of texts.” He had to work, and he needed time with Trenton. Despite that, he’d insisted on driving her home yesterday evening before heading to the airport to catch his chartered flight. “Once again, I fell for a man with a family.”
“Oh, honey. You were right; it is complicated. Give him time. Holidays can be hard.”
She nodded. “Most definitely.”
