I nearly spit out my wine. “Was it related to dessert?”
“She did mention cupcakes, which should have made it a little more acceptable, but she had to go and ruin it. She said, and I quote: ‘I plan to make you as moist as my cupcakes.’”
My jaw drops. “No.”
“That is all kinds of wrong,” Goldie says.
“I’m afraid it made me dry forever.” Erin sighs.
I giggle. “Hopefully not. They say you just need the right person. Isn’t that right, Goldie?”
Goldie’s laughing and nods. “I can attest to my cupcake being m—” She cringes and shakes her head. “No, I can’t say it, not even joking. But yes, the right person can make itallwork.”
“Noted.” Erin grins. “I don’t want to say I only want dry people…but definitely not the m-word.”
We crack up, but Erin’s laugh dies quickly, her eyes widening. We turn in slow motion to see where she’s looking.
Percy Williams.
They’re wearing paint-spattered overalls, black boots, and a smile that is directed at Erin.
“Breathe,” I whisper.
She inhales. “Okay.” She blows out her exhale. “Okay.”
Percy walks to our table. “Hey.”
Goldie and I beam at Percy, while Erin continues to look frozen.
“Hi, Percy. It’s good to see you,” I say. “Are you happy to be back in Windy Harbor?”
“I am. I enjoyed traveling, but I missed home and…everyone here.” Their eyes crinkle in the corners when they look at Erin, and Erin’s lips lift slightly.
I knew she had it bad for Percy Williams, but wow. My bold girl, who’s not afraid of anyone or shy about anything,typically, looks like she can’t remember how to speak.
“Love the shirt, Erin,” Percy says.
“You—oh—bull’s-eye!” Erin blurts. “Rebellion. Uh…yep.”
Percy’s head tilts, clearly amused. “Iconic as always. It’s good to see you all.”
They turn and head to the bar.
“You too!” I call out.
Erin groans and drops her forehead into her hand. “Did I just say ‘Bull’s-eye…rebellion’?What?”
“You’re fine,” Goldie says, patting her arm.
“I need to disappear,” she says.
“You need to go order a drink and try again. Get back on that horse,” I say.
Erin peeks at the bar through her fingers. “My horse has run off.”
My ribs hurt from laughing.
“I have a better idea.” Erin sighs. “Let’s talk about you.”
