Violet knew that look. She had someone in mind. “Tell us.”
Elana’s eyes skimmed the area around them before landing on her again. Her voice lowered to a barely-there whisper. “Grady.”
Violet sat up straight and gasped. “Grady Elliott?”
“My brother?” Spencer sounded equally as shocked.
“Shhh!” Elana hissed.
She looked around, trying to figure out who Elana was worried might hear them. That was when she saw Slade, one of the Elliott brothers, sitting at the bar. Slade also happened to be one of Elana’s co-workers.
Violet nudged Spencer. “Did you know he was here?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Why do you think we’re sittin’ way over here?”
Good point. Slade detested Spencer for something that happened more than a decade ago. Not that Violet necessarily blamed Slade. After all, Spencer did have sex with Slade’s wife. Ex-wife now, thank God.
Violet had given Spencer tons of shit when she learned about it afterward. Right up until Spencer explained what happened.At that point, Violet had been pissed off and ready to track down Jennifer and run the bitch over with her car. If Slade knew what actually happened, he would’ve changed his tune, but for whatever reason, Spencer didn’t want him to know.
So, the brotherly rivalry lived on.
Violet leaned in again. “You really think Holly’s datin’ Grady?”
Elana shrugged. “She’s datin’ someone.”
“Does her brother know?” Spencer asked.
Damn good question. Luca was very protective of his sister, although everyone in town knew Holly could take care of herself. Holly Switzer had grown up dealing with her brother battling it out with their father. More than once, she’d been caught in the middle of one of their feuds. Once, she’d even ended up with a broken arm. Since then, there was a rumor the ornery Switzer males had called a truce.
“Doubtful.” Elana stirred her drink with her straw. “He’d probably lose his shit.”
“Why? Grady’s a good guy.” At least, Violet thought he was. Although the Walkers (her family) liked to give the Jamesons (Spencer’s family) shit—it was a family thing—there wasn’t any real animosity between the two families. At least not since her uncle Curtis married Lorrie Jameson nearly sixty years ago.
Before Elana could answer, Holt strolled up to the table, setting the order of fried pickles down between them.
“Can I get you anything else?”
Violet was surprised to see him. “Hey. Uh…” She looked at Elana and Spencer. “Need anything?”
Elana frowned, clearly picking up on the weird vibe Violet was trying to hide. “I’m good.”
Holt flashed a grin and walked away.
Elana’s eyes narrowed. “What was that about?”
Violet stared down at the golden fried goodness on the plate. “Nothin’.”
Before she could stab a pickle with her fork, Spencer grabbed her hand and stopped her. “Spill it, girl.”
“Nothin’.”
Elana was studying her like she’d been caught shoplifting. “Is somethin’ goin’ on with you and Holt?”
“Eww. No. He’s with Rafe and Bailey.”
“Iknow,” Elana drawled. “So, explain yourself.”
Figuring she might as well get it over with, Violet relayed what happened in the store earlier today. Specifically, her face-to-face introduction to Simon Jennings of the nice hair, nice eyes, and equally nice dimple.
