Chapter Five #2

think he’s naturally a reserved guy. But I’m pretty sure he knows

you exist.”

Keeley made a disgruntled

sound.

Delaney took in the atmosphere. For a

Thursday night, the place was hopping and she realized Keeley’s

idea of getting away from the farm had been a good one. With

James’s funeral coming up on Saturday, Delaney needed a distraction

from what was sure to be an emotional wringer of a day.

They’d come through the door on the

bar side of the business. Big-screen TVs above the bar displayed a

baseball game with the volume low. She spotted Mateo Reynoso

wearing his usual SFD ballcap with the visor pulled low, sitting on

a stool at the bar and popping peanuts in his mouth as he watched

the game.

He spotted them coming in and rose to

his feet. “Hey, Delaney, Keeley. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

Mateo possessed the longest eyelashes she’d ever seen on a man. He

was saved from being too pretty by a tough squared jaw and a

well-muscled physique.

The year before he’d represented the

fire department in the town’s annual triathlon, coming in first in

the contest that included biking, running, and swimming events.

Delaney wondered why neither she nor Keeley couldn’t have fallen

for someone as rock solid as Mateo, but they’d all been pals since

high school and were comfortable keeping things as

friends.

He stood and gave Keeley a quick hug,

then turned to wrap his arms around Delaney, murmuring in her ear,

“Sorry about James, Laney. He was a good man.”

“Thanks, Mateo.” He

released her and she stepped back. “How’s your mom? I heard she

broke her wrist.”

“She did. Misjudged the

last step on a ladder and fell. But it hasn’t slowed her down much.

She’s already back to work. We’ll be at the service.”

“I’ll look for

you.”

“Come sit with us,” Keeley

urged.

“Maybe in a bit.” Two

months before, Mateo’s fiancée had dumped him days before the

wedding and Delaney knew her friend was having a hard time getting

past the heartbreak.

Keeley gave Mateo a smooch on the

cheek. “I’ll stop in at the shop to say hey to your mom before I

leave town.”

A couple rose from a table in a corner

not far from the bar and headed for the door, and Keeley zipped

forward to snag it, Delaney trailing behind. “This is the best

table,” Keeley said. “It’s far enough from the band so we can talk

without yelling, and it’s an excellent spot to

people-watch.”

They settled into their seats on the

same side of the table, their backs to the wall, Delaney hooking

her purse on the back of her chair. She eyed the band as Keeley’s

head swiveled, her eyes gleaming. “Look at all these people

checking each other out. I love the human mating ritual. In fact,

if I weren’t dating Oliver, I’d consider partaking myself. There

are a couple of really cute guys here.”

“I thought you were

thinking of breaking up with Ollie. You said he’s more into you

than you’re into him, and staying together wasn’t fair to

him.”

Keeley nodded and looked glum. “The

other day he was talking about what our kids would look like, and

since I have no intention of marrying him or having babies with

him, it’s time. But as that unhappy event has yet to happen, I

can’t do anything other than look.”

“Back to Owen. I think he

may have been checking you out.”

“Are you kidding? Further

proof he acts like I don’t exist: he hardly speaks a word to me.

How can a bartender be surly and not like to talk? It’s

unnatural.”

“He’s not surly, and I’ve

talked with him. I called him the other day and asked about the

band and he was helpful.”

“Well, he doesn’t talk to

me. Maybe he’s decided he doesn’t like me. Some people don’t, you

know.” Keeley tapped her lip with a fingertip. “Back to the subject

at hand. While I’m currently otherwise committed, you, on the other

hand, have made casual dating into a science. The minute guys want

to get serious you dump them.”

“That’s because I don’t

want serious.”

“I know. Now that Walker’s

home, and since I haven’t seen him in forever, I need to get a look

at him. I want to judge if he’s worthy of you saving yourself for

him all these years.”

It was stupid, but even hearing his

name made her heart skip a beat. “I have not been saving myself for

Walker.”

“I’m not talking about

‘saved yourself’ in the abstaining from sex kind of way, but more

in the avoiding emotional investment way. You haven’t been open to

a real relationship with anyone else because you’re hung up on your

high-school-early-college crush.” Keeley shrugged. “Now that he’s

back, it’s a good time to figure out your feelings.”

Had she saved herself for Walker?

Delaney shifted uncomfortably, because pining after the guy who’d

made it clear he didn’t want her was pathetic in the worst way. She

didn’t want to be pathetic.

Music drifted over the conversation as

the band tuned their instruments. “Hey,” she said as a thought

occurred. “You’re forgetting Josh. We went together for almost a

year.”

Keeley had the “you’ve got

to be kidding” look down pat. “Josh was so unimportant it took you

a whole minute to even remember you’d dated him. He was safe

because he wasn’t looking for serious either. That is, until he met

your friend Annie and fell flat on his face in love. If I remember

correctly, you practically pushed him at her, and then hosted their engagement party.”

“They’re a cute couple. I

couldn’t be happier for them.”

“You just proved my point.

You weren’t emotionally invested in Josh. You don’t commit

emotionally because you’re still in love with someone

else.”

The server came to the table and

Delaney breathed a relieved sigh. Anything to distract Keeley from

Delaney’s pitiful and depressing love life was welcome. Since one

drink was her limit, she’d make it a good one. “Strawberry

margarita for me.”

“I’ll have a margarita as

well, but make mine classic,” Keeley said. “And we’d like a big

serving of the loaded nachos. Don’t skimp on the guacamole and add

extra cheese, with two plates. Thank you.” Keeley gave the server

her sunny smile as Delaney groaned.

“How could you? You know I

have no willpower when it comes to Easy Money’s loaded nachos, with

not skimpy guacamole and extra cheese.”

“Girls’ night out,

remember? We’re here to enjoy ourselves. Plus, you burn off the

calories working on the farm. I, on the other hand, will have to

put in an extra hour at the gym. But the nachos will be worth the

torture.”

Delaney sat back, feeling herself

relaxing. It was hard not to have fun when she was with Keeley, and

tonight had the added benefit of distracting her from James’s

death.

Keeley launched into a description of

the end-of-year event her school put on, with glowing reviews of

how well her students had done. “As you know, this kind of thing

can be difficult, especially for kids who have autism or anxiety

issues.”

“You’re so good with them,

though. And it’s nice hearing how much progress these kids make in

your class.”

“Thanks, friend. Now I

need my principal to agree with your assessment when she does my

end-of-year evaluation.”

“You’ll do fine, because

you’re awesome. In fact—”

The outer door opened and Walker

stepped into the bar and completely derailed Delaney’s train of

thought.

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