Chapter Seventeen
Gemma
“Your friends are great,” I commented, my voice quiet amidst the hum of conversation surrounding us.
Sally’s was busy tonight, as it was every night. The local bar was in a renovated barn. One side of it housed a restaurant with the kitchen in the center of the structure and serving as a divider between the two main areas. The other side had a small stage for live music and round tables scattered throughout the space. The old hayloft above had more tables. The atmosphere was pared-down country.
I hadn’t particularly wanted to come to Sally’s, but Diego had invited me along with Nora and some others from the resort. Diego cast me a quick grin. “They are. They can be a bit much with their opinions sometimes.”
“I imagine when you’re that close, everyone butts in.”
