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Leaning forward I grabbed the bottle of wine and topped off my glass. “So, he’s a nice guy with manners, who was in no rush to get to the store.”
Maine’s entire body perked up. “What store? How do you know he went to any store? Unless you ran into him at the same store.”
My muscles tensed as I bit the inside of my cheek, pissed at my slip of the tongue. “I don’t know.”
“But you said it,” she persisted.
“You said it.” Mom shoved another Cheeto into her mouth.
I looked over at her. “You’re not helping me out, old lady.”
Waggling her brows, Maine said, “After you left the café, you saw him again.”
“I didn’t say that,” I snapped. “It’s an expression like, a dime a dozen, a chip on your shoulder, no rush to get to the store.”
Maine leaned forward. “Evie, I’ve known you since the beginning of time, you’re holding out on me.”
Speechless, I tried quickly to come up with a viable answer as Maine stared daggers in my direction. Besides the birds chirping, the only sound was the crunch of another Cheeto being eaten by Mom. I knew my best friend as well as she knew me. Her romantic wheels would start turning and she’d try to make something out of nothing. That’s just what Butler was…nothing. Nothing to me, anyway. He couldn’t be.
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