Fortunately, Violet had managed to beat the curse up to this point. She’d made a vow never to get too serious about a guy so she didn’t end up having her heart broken by an asshole who didn’t deserve her. The same couldn’t be said for her older sisters. Whitney and Amanda ignored all the warning signs and ended up regretting it.
“Don’t worry,” Violet told the cats. “I don’t plan to see Simon again. He’s only in town for a short time, anyway. He’s workin’ on…”
She wished she’d bothered to ask because her curiosity had been piqued since he stepped out of the store.
Which reminded her…
“Here you go,” she said, setting the bowls on the floor before snatching her cell phone and dialing her best friend.
Elana Buckley answered on the first ring. “Hello?”
“You sound distracted. You still workin’?”
“Hey, girl. No. Thank God. I’m actually doin’ the dishes. I forgot yesterday.”
“You forgot?” Violet laughed because Elana didn’t forget anything.
“I know. Sad, right?” The rush of water silenced in the background.
“You talk to Spencer today?”
“No. You?”
“No.” She usually saw Spencer Elliott, the third leg of their friendship tripod, at least once a day since he worked out of the real estate office next door, but he’d been MIA today.
“You wanna grab a drink?” Elana asked.
“How about dinner instead?”
“The diner?”
“Moonshiners.”
“You know they don’t serve dinner, right?”
“Fried pickles are a perfectly good dinner staple,” Violet defended.
“If you say so. Twenty minutes?”
“Thirty.”
Elana laughed. “You just like to be difficult.”
“It’s in my genes.”
“You gonna call Spence, or you want me to?”
“I’ll do it,” Violet offered because she knew Spencer wouldn’t say no when she told him she had gossip.
“Perfect.”
“See you there.”
Before the call disconnected, Violet was heading for the bathroom to freshen up.
Half an hour later, Violet was sitting next to Spencer and across from Elana in one of the booths at her favorite bar—it also happened to be the only one in Coyote Ridge—sipping mango daiquiris while their fried pickles were being prepared.
At first, she’d found it strange that Moonshiners was making food, but then she’d gotten her first taste of their fried pickles. She was addicted. Since their menu consisted of about four things, it wasn’t like she had much choice, but it worked for her. And Elana and Spencer didn’t seem to mind.
