“Brian and I have plans Sunday night. But I’m free Friday night and all day Saturday. Phoebe’s working on Saturday, but it’s a morning wedding, so she’ll probably be free that night. I don’t know if she has plans for Friday night or Sunday.”
“I’ll text her tomorrow.” Spring and summer were Phoebe’s busy season, and she spent almost every weekend taking photos for at least one wedding and outdoor family pictures.
“Sounds good, but that’s not really why I called.”
Liv expected Emma to ask about her night as she pulled on the Rebels T-shirt.
“You’ll never guess who is in town again,” Emma said instead.
“Superman?”
“He’s better than Superman.”
“Better than Superman, huh? I didn’t think that was possible. So, who is the mystery person in town?”
“Matt Sherbrooke.”
Emma and Phoebe loved the band’s music too, and the three of them had attended the band’s last two concerts in the area together.
Word was bound to get out that he was around. “How do you know?”
“Charlotte and Rob were at the Northside Tavern tonight. She was working when Matt stopped in to pick up pizzas.”
Charlotte and her fiancé owned Fireside Pizzeria and spent a considerable amount of time there, ensuring everything ran the way they wanted—a habit Liv understood well.
“Well, he does own a house here, and the man does need to eat.”
“I know, but I’ve only seen him in town once. Last spring, he was walking out of Hometown Brews, and I was stopped, waiting for some kids to cross the street.”
She’d heard this story before and knew the only reason Emma hadn’t parked and chased after him was because she’d been running late that day.
“I wish he’d stop in the flower shop.”
“He probably doesn’t have much need for flowers, Emma.”
“Has he ever come to the restaurant?”
Surprisingly, Emma had never asked her that question.
“Uh, yeah. A few times.” Emma asked if not when, so Liv saw no reason to add that he’d been in as recently as last week.
“And you never told me?”
After switching the fan to high and opening the second window in the bedroom, Liv pulled back the covers on the bed and sat. “Sorry. Just didn’t think of it.”
“Well, if he comes in again and you’re there, call me.”
“Emma, you’ve got some serious issues.”
“I just want a photo with him. What’s wrong with that?” Emma asked, sounding defensive. “The man knew what he was getting into when he pursued a music career, so he shouldn’t mind when his fans ask for a picture or an autograph.”
“Nothing, I guess.” Emma had a good point, but that didn’t mean he liked to get interrupted in the middle of dinner either.
“I didn’t really call to talk about Matt Sherbrooke either. I wanted to know how your date went.”
She almost laughed at her friend’s statement. If Emma ever knew the man they’d been talking about was the very same man Liv had not only spent several hours with but had also kissed, she’d lose it.
“It wasn’t a date.” She didn’t know what it had been, but she refused to label it a date.
