“Bill Cascade!”
I blinked at Shirley, waving her hand in front of my face for some reason. The only time she said my name like that was when she was irritated. “What?”
She sighed. “Trent and I have been asking what your plans are for Memorial Day weekend for the past five minutes. What’s up with you?” Shirley was a sweet girl, mostly, but she could also be brash, pushy, and opinionated.
“Nothing,” I lied. I got up from the table to refill my coffee cup. They had their own kitchen upstairs, but we were used to eating together. “You and Trent going up the coast to a festival or something?” The couple liked to travel as often as they could.
“Wine festival,” Trent replied, a grin on his face. “We’re planning to spend a long weekend getting drunk and frisky.”
“Sounds like fun,” I said befo
