“A man who doesn’t appreciate warm beer,” Lizzy said, taking another sip of her own.
“Whatever,” her sister huffed. “Blond guys aren’t my type anyway.”
“What about Chris Hemsworth?” Kitty asked.
Lydia waved her off.
“And Austin Butler?”
She rolled her eyes.
“And Charlie Hunnam? And—”
“We’re going to dance,” Lydia said, grabbing Kitty’s hand and leading her closer to the stage.
Despite the band’s disjointed mash-up of “Master of Puppets” and “Strawberry Fields,” the dance floor was packed. It was almost enough to forget about the newcomers altogether… until Lizzy turned to order more Tater Tots and noticed one of the men’s attention focused squarely on the sister beside her.
“Um, Jane?” Lizzy said, turning around slowly so as not to be conspicuous.
Jane glanced over at her. “Hm?”
“That Charlie guy is staring at you.”
Her sister’s eyes grew wide. “What?”
“Don’t look—”
But it was too late. Jane had already straightened her back, straining above the heads around them to see. As soon as she did, she sank back down, cheeks aflame. “Ohmygod.”
Lizzy laughed. “I told you not to look.”
Jane brought her hands up to cover her face as if it would hide her. “He saw me!”
“Of course he did. He’s staring.”
“Butwhyis he staring?”
Lizzy pushed her half-empty pint glass out of the way and rested her elbow on the bar. “Sorry to break it to you, Jane, but you’re gorgeous.”
Jane’s hands fell back to her lap as she shot her sister a doubtful look. “I haven’t washed my hair in three days and I’m wearing Mom’s leggings and my TARDIS earrings.”
“Maybe he lovesDoctor Whoaccessories.”
“Or maybe he just feels sorry for—”
“Hello,” a deep, jovial voice cut her off.
Lizzy and Jane turned at the same time to see Charlie Pierce standing before them, a wide smile on his full lips, and his eyes fixed solely on Jane. His curly brown hair was mussed, but in the adorable way that implied he had been running his hand through it all day. His clothes were casual, too, though his linen shirt and khakis were as perfectly pressed as his sisters’ outfits. The palm tree hater loomed beside him.
“Hi,” Jane said, matching his smile.
“Sorry, I hope you don’t mind me—”
“Not at all, I—”
“It’s just that I saw you—”
“Me, too.”
