“Blaire would lose her shit if a pant leg was peeking out of the dirty laundry hamper, and being forced to wait in any line would turn her into an even worse version of herself. Amusement parks were out of the question. I’m glad you’re doing that though. With your mother, I’m sure it will be fun.”
Hannah’s grin disappeared. “Crap, I need to get the Ashtons cashed out. John Delaney just came in with his munchkins.”
“All five of them?” I asked, turning to see the answer.
John was loaded down with two baby carriers holding his twin sons. His wife, Marie, readjusted their three-year-old daughter on her hip and then leaned down to say something to her two school-aged daughters.
John used to be the girls’ lacrosse coach, but he was now a salesman at a Ford dealership. He was distracted by his children, and I tried my best not to look too long in their direction.
“Oh, wow. Marie’s a champ,” I said.
“Or nuts,” Hannah said. “Didn’t they almost get a divorce a few years ago, right before he quit coaching?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t pay attention to the gossip.”
With a bright smile, Hannah rushed the black leather bill presenter to table eight. I filled a small bowl with lemons and then took the drink tray to table twelve.
“Are you all set to order?” I asked, readying my pen and pad.
“How’s your dad doing, Falyn?”
I glanced at Brent Collins, who had clearly asked the question with an agenda in mind. No longer the Snickers-eating pudgy classmate I’d graduated with, Brent was now the CrossFit instructor down the street.
“He’s been busy,” I said. “You should try the roast turkey. It is exceptionally amazing today.”
“I don’t eat meat. I’ll have the kale salad. What happened to you? Weren’t you in med school or something?”
“Not really.”
“You didn’t go to Dartmouth?” he asked.
“I did. So, you’re a vegetarian? So, no egg on the salad? Dressing? Phaedra makes a homemade green goddess with vegan mayo that is pretty badass.”
“Perfect. Dusty, didn’t you hear that Falyn went to Dartmouth?”
Dusty nodded, sipping his tea. Both men were with their girlfriends. All of them had either graduated with me or the year after.
“Nice ring,” I said to Hilary.
She patted Dusty on the arm. “He did good, didn’t he?”
Dusty smiled. “I sure did, baby.” He looked at me. “She doesn’t know that she’s way out of my league, so I had to put a ring on it, right?”
I grinned. “Right.”
Two bacon cheeseburgers and two kale salads later, I was dropping off a new table’s order sheet at the window and picking up an appetizer to table one for Hannah.
“Thank you!” Hannah called as I served her table.
I liked Hannah, but I barely knew her. She was still in high school, so she was worlds away from where I was in life. She had every opportunity still in front of her. I was running away from anything that remotely resembled a future—at least a set one.
“Just seated table three for you,” Kirby said as she grabbed more menus from behind the bar.
I looked up, and I had to harness the smug smile trying to erupt across my face. “Thank God,” I whispered.
“So, you had a good time with him then?” Phaedra asked, dropping off clean menus.
“He’s from Eakins, Illinois.”
Phaedra blinked. “What did you say?”
“Taylor. He’s from Eakins.”
Phaedra paled. “Did you tell him?”
My nose wrinkled. “Of course not.”
“Tell him what?” Kirby asked.
“It’s personal,” Phaedra snapped. “She’ll tell you if she wants to, but don’t bug her about it.”
“All right,” Kirby said, her eyes bulging for half a second, as she raised her hands, palms out.
“It’s nothing,” I said.
Kirby looked at table three and then back at me. “They specifically asked for you.”
“Good,” I said, letting them get settled before heading over.
“Falyn!” Brent called.
I stopped at their table. “Sorry. I’ll be right back to top off your drinks.”
“What happened with Dartmouth?” he asked. “Your mom told mine you were kicked out. Is that true?”
“Stop it, Brent.” Hilary frowned.
My words were stuck in my throat. It had been a long time since someone asked about my past. “No. I left.”
“Why?” Brent asked.
I swallowed.
“Leave her alone,” John said, turning around in his chair. His cheeks instantly flushed.
Brent made a face. “Hey, Coach Delaney. Funny seeing you here.”
John glanced at me and then returned his attention to his wife, who was unaware, still fussing over the babies.
Phaedra cupped my shoulders, smiling at Brent. “I’ll just get your check, if you’re in a hurry to leave.”
“No, thank you,” Brent said, stumbling over his words. “We’ll just, um … I’m sorry. I was rude. If it’s okay, we’d like to stay.”
Brent’s girlfriend and Hilary were clearly angry with his behavior.
“Good idea,” Phaedra said before walking away.
I bit my lip, feeling a bit nauseous, and I retreated to the drink station.