“Oh, well, I’m new in town, and Iola can be very persuasive.”
I laughed. “That’s an understatement.”
“She was a little scary, actually, and my boss told me that I shouldn’t fight the inevitable.”
“Was that Wes or Beck?” I asked.
“Wes,” he said. “But his husband was right there, nodding along.”
Funny. It was the first time I’d heard someone refer to Beck as Wes’s husband first. Usually people still called them the stepbros. They’d stirred up quite a bit of gossip wheneveryone found out they got married in Vegas, but in the end, they were one of us and nearly the whole dang town had turned out for their renewed vows when they got properly married again at home.
Because Granville was a family. Something Jory didn’t appreciate.
“Anyway, if you weren’t just looking for a good time, I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t intend to mislead.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “My arm was twisted a little too. My neighbor set me up as a prank.”
“Your neighbor who was crazy jealous back there?”
“Oh, he wasn’t jealous,” I said with a laugh as we pulled into a lot in front of a place called Equinox. “He was just mad that I seemed happy to be going on a date.”
Jory looked skeptical. “If you say so. I figured you two had hooked up before or something. The way he looked at you…”
My heart skipped. “What do you mean?”
“That man ishungry,” Jory said. “And I’m pretty sure his mouth was watering for you.”
I reached for my door handle, shaking my head. “You’re trouble, Jory. I can tell already.”
He laughed. “I just call it like I see it.”
“Uh-huh. Well. Damon is straight, so…”
He raised an eyebrow. “And we all know straight men never get curious, right?”
I rolled my eyes and hopped out of the truck. “Shut up and buy me a drink before you give me ideas I really don’t need in my head.”
Monday evening, I met Silas and Jamie for our regular Happy Hour at Taco Loco.
They were on me like sharks on blood the second I sat down at the table.
“Well?” Jamie asked, wiggling in his chair.
“How’d the date go?” Silas asked, as if I wouldn’t know what Jamie was after.
I shrugged. “It was okay, I guess.”
“Just okay?” Jamie said, sounding disappointed.
“I knew that matchmaking business would be a bunch of crap,” Silas said so loudly I was worried the whole restaurant would hear him. Luckily, they had the music blasting as per usual and no one looked at us. “What did he do?”
“He didn’t do anythingbad,” I said. “We just aren’t right for each other. He doesn’t want to stay in Granville, and he’s just looking for some fun.”
“Fun is better than love anyway,” Silas said. “Did you hook up?”
“Silas!” Jamie smacked his arm.
“What? We’re all consenting adults here.” Silas scooped up some chunky guacamole on his chip and took a bite. “If Mav wants to share with the class, he can.”
