“Gotcha covered. Just in for a drink?” she asked while she put a pint glass under the tap and
added ice to a water goblet.
“I am,” Jack told him. “This one’s got a date.”
“Yeah? Who’s the lucky lady tonight?”
“I’m having dinner with Laurel.”
“McBane?” Mild surprise showed in Angie’s eyes. “A date-date?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s a switch.” Knowing Del’s preferences, she added a slice of lime to the sparkling
water, then put both glasses on the bar. “I heard some speculation about that, but I just put it
down to talk.”
“Oh, why?”
“Because you’ve known Laurel for a couple of decades, and never dated her before. I
haven’t seen her in here for a while, but I hear business is booming on her front.”
“Booming’s the word.”
“I’ve been to a couple of weddings there. First class. But that’s your sister, isn’t it?” Angle
added as she wiped the bar with her white cloth. “First class all the way.We still miss Laurel
around here. Best damn pastry chef we’ve ever had. So, Jack, how’s Emma—and the wedding
plans?”
“She’s great. Found her dress, which is apparently the keys to the kingdom.”