The Roundabout by Gerri Hill

Author:Gerri Hill [Hill, Gerri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781594935206
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2016-12-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Megan tapped her foot to the music as she filled a frosty mug with beer. It wasn’t even six yet, but the place was hopping. It had been a gloriously warm and sunny day, with the weekend forecasted to be the same. Apparently the good weather was bringing tourists with it as she only recognized a few familiar faces sitting around the bar.

“It’s almost like a Friday night in June, isn’t it?” Nancy asked.

“I was just thinking that we were a little busier than last week,” she said as she slid the beer down the bar to Ray, one of the locals who came almost every Friday. “Are you helping with tables?” she asked Nancy.

“No. Eileen said they were covered. I just came from the kitchen.”

Megan nodded. While Nancy enjoyed helping with the food prep, she did not. She’d much rather help Clint at the bar than chop onions and slice tomatoes and the like.

“You ever going to tell me about your date with Leah?”

Megan had been intentionally quiet about it, wondering how long it would be before Nancy quizzed her. So she shrugged. “It was breakfast. Not much to tell,” she said truthfully. “Although Mary Beth was there.”

“Yes, I heard.”

“Oh?”

“She and Sarah have breakfast there every Wednesday,” Nancy said. “I thought you knew that.”

“I assure you, I do not keep up with Mary Beth’s breakfast schedule,” she lied. Then, “Why? What did she say?”

“She said she was glad she saw you.”

Megan frowned. “Why’s that?”

“She said it eased her fears,” Nancy said.

“What fears?” she asked, her voice sounding a bit nervous to her own ears.

“Her fear that you and Leah were already romantically involved. She said she didn’t see anything to indicate that you were more than friends.”

Megan scoffed. “It was our second date. And really, it was breakfast. Can you even call that a date?”

“Well…was it a date?”

Oh…damn. What the hell did they need to do for people to think they were dating? Have sex on the table or something? But she would play innocent.

“Well, there was no sloppy kiss afterward, if that’s what you mean.”

“So are you dating or not?”

Megan threw up her hands. “We went out to dinner. We went out for breakfast. What constitutes dating? We’re not having sex, if that’s what you’re asking,” she said bluntly. “And I’ve not seen her since Wednesday morning.” She groaned silently. Good Lord, was she trying to convince Nancy that they weren’t dating?

“So you’re not really interested in her?”

“I like her fine,” she said. “We’re getting to know each other.”

“So you are interested in her?”

“Interested in dating? Interested in a relationship? Interested in…what?”

It was Nancy’s turn to throw up her hands. “You’re being difficult!”

“You’re asking too many questions!”

“Do you like her or not? That’s a simple question.”

“We’ve managed to get through two meals without too much arguing. I like her better now than when I first met her. How’s that?”

“Again…you’re being difficult,” Nancy said as she huffed off.

“Need two ’ritas on the rocks,” Eileen called from the other side of the bar.

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