Three
Heather watched Luke Conner from the corner of her vision as he went over some Ramshorn business or other with his mother behind the log-slab counter, and he must’ve sensed her gaze because he glanced up and made his way to the table she shared with her two best friends.
“Can I bring you ladies anything else?” he asked.
“I’ll take a refill,” Heather replied, handing him her glass.
“I’m good. Thanks,” Christina said.
“I’ll have a refill, too,” Ainsley added.
He took the two glasses behind the bar, refilled them with iced tea, and brought them back before laying the check face-down in the center of the table and striding away to greet the party of six walking in.
She didn’t say it out loud, but the fact that so much of the smiling, charismatic boy she’d known in high school had
