“Nah. My parents are stayin’ with ’em, though.”
“Why aren’t you?”
Lyric knew why he wasn’t, but it was just like her to poke at him about it.
“Give me a break here, would ya?”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll give you a break for now, but we aren’t done talkin’ about this.”
“Right.”
“What are you doin’ now?” she asked.
“Drinkin’ a beer.”
“Give me twenty and I’ll join you.”
“You’re a sight,” she said as she hugged him hello.
“Better sight than the last time you saw me, I hope.”
“I’ll say.” She stood back and studied his face. “Looks like your nose healed up okay.” She tweaked it with her fingers. “How ’bout the rest of you? You healed yet?”
“I’m not sure what you mean by that, but my best guess is the answer is no.”
“Heard you spent some time with Bree recently. How’d that go? You get her to loosen up and have some fun?”
“If you know I was with her, I’m surprised you don’t know all the details. I would have expected you to get the inside story, Lyric. What happened? You gettin’ soft on the investigative side of journalism?”
“Nah, I just wanted to hear what you’d say. I already talked to Bree.” She studied him for a minute. “When’s the last time you talked to her?”
“Bree?”
“Of course Bree. I know you ain’t talkin’ to Blythe.”
“God, I forgot how you are. I mean, I remember how you are, but I forgot that you don’t beat around the bush for even a minute.”
“One, I don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about. And two, who has time for beatin’ around any bushes? Gotta keep movin’ forward to shine bright, boy.”
“I haven’t talked to Bree for a couple of days. Cell coverage is iffy where she is, but you already know that. You probably also know exactly how long it’s been since we talked, so I don’t know why you’re even askin’ me.”
“She misses you.”
“I miss her too. More than she knows.”
“They got anything to eat in this place?”
When Jace told her the only thing he’d found was beer, she told him there was a new place in town she wanted to try. They hadn’t been open long, but she heard the food was good.
Jace couldn’t believe he’d let Lyric talk him into going to a winery.
“Thought you said you heard the food was good.”
“I did. What’s your problem? You think a winery can’t have good food?”
“More like do they have any food?”
“Come on inside, cowboy, and see for yourself. I think you’ll be surprised.”