Getting Lucky (Asheville Brewing Book 3) by Denise Grover Swank & A.R. Casella

Author:Denise Grover Swank & A.R. Casella [Grover Swank, Denise & Casella, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781940562438
Publisher: DGS
Published: 2021-01-11T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Christmas had always been a special event in the O’Shea household, as distinctive for the month of celebration leading up to it as for the holiday itself. But Maisie had stopped decorating the house after Molly moved out. The effort had felt like too much for one person and a dog (two this year), and the prospect of a large, decorated, empty house had put a pit in her stomach. So she did her decorating at the shelter, and at home she had nothing but a couple of stockings up for the dogs. Before the conceit of the holiday engagement party, Mary had been after her to celebrate up in Virginia, but even if she’d felt comfortable pawning off all of the Christmas shelter duties, she wouldn’t have gone. Because even if she didn’t decorate anymore, she always lifted a glass of her mother’s eggnog on Christmas. And because she visited their headstones on Christmas day with a wreath from her mother’s favorite florist. And because in her heart, she knew everything was changing. She was ready for change, but that didn’t make it feel any less like the very ground beneath her was quaking.

The day before the “guests” arrived, she settled onto the downstairs couch with a glass of mulled wine and video-called Molly. Chaco curled up at her feet, and Einstein would never settle for anything less than her lap or immediately next to it. Of course, she had to lift him up because his little legs would only take him so far.

Her sister answered immediately, and from the flash of colors and sound around her, it was obvious she was at a bar. A man who looked like a catalog model for a second-rate department store sat on the stool next to her. His expression was slightly flummoxed; her sister looked bored.

“Um, if you’re busy, I can call Mary,” Maisie said.

“Oh no, I can talk.”

The man’s expression went from flummoxed to aggrieved. “I thought this was going well.”

“Blake, here’s a pro tip from someone who’s been on a lot of dates. No one wants to spend half an hour listening to details about your ‘medically necessary’ nose job. Or the fact that you never wear the same underpants. Generally, if you find that you’re the only one talking, something is wrong.”

Maisie held back her laughter…mostly, but a little sputtered out. Ein gave a little yip as if laughing with her.

“But…we just got refills.” Blake waved to their full drinks.

“And this round was on me.” Molly lifted the drink with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone, toasting him. “Now I’m going over there.” She waved the phone, the image going temporarily blurry on Maisie’s side. From what little she could see, there were plenty of empty spaces at the bar. Then again, it was before five in Seattle. Leave it to Molly to go on a date before Happy Hour officially began. “You can stay here or go, but I recommend you finish the drink. The He Sees You When You’re Sleeping is very good.

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