Of course, all day long, I fielded innocent and not-so-innocent questions about Thorn and whether we’d had a “fulfilling” evening. I sidestepped answering them, for the most part. Austin was the worst of the lot, not surprisingly. I just glowered at him until he went away.
When it was time to break for lunch, Thorn texted me to say he was at the diner. I headed there and found him in a booth being chatted up by Bertha.
“I didn’t know you could sing, honey,” she said, practically gushing over the poor guy. “We need to hear you more often. You planning to perform at any of the goings-on we have around here?”
Blushing, but obviously pleased, Thorn said, “I might be singing at a fair come the fall. We’ll see.”
“That’s wonderful.” She patted his cheek and turned to face me. “Took you long e
