Chapter Seven
“So how’s the date hunt going?” Kate asked her as soon as she was settled in with a glass of wine in the corner of the glassed-in terrace at Sweet Harbor Bakery. She was wearing her purple suede half-boots, which she propped on the next table over in that casual, jaunty way of hers. It was probably driving Jess crazy, but she was too tenderhearted to say so.
“Ask me after I finish this wine,” Maya grumbled in answer. “And by ‘this wine,’ I mean that bottle.” She gestured toward the full bottle of red in the middle of the round table.
“Going well, then.” Jess lifted her glass in a toast. “Here’s to Maya finding her soul mate. Whoever he is, I can’t wait to meet him.”
“I’m not going for soul mate.” Maya had to correct that misunderstanding. “I’m going for ‘Let’s hang out fo
