They waved us over, and she gave her brother a chastising look. "Serves you right."
Doug took a long gulp of water. "Whatever happened to sisterly love?"
"I still haven't forgiven you for the time you shaved my dachshund."
"That was like twenty years ago. And that little bastard had it coming."
I smiled out of habit. Doug and Maddie's bantering was usually must-see TV for me. Today, Seth held my attention. It had been easier to ignore him last night while in the throes of alcohol, easy to pretend I'd grudgingly accepted him moving on to Maddie. But now, in the cold light of sobriety, I felt that old ache stir within my chest. I swore I could smell the scent of his skin, his sweat mingled with the woodsy apple soap he used. Sunlight from the caf¨¦'s large windows infused his messy brown hair with copper, and I could perfectly recall what it had been like to stroke the lines of his face, the smooth skin of his upper cheek and stubble on his chin.