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me.”
“And…?”
“That’s it.” She shrugged. “Just a kiss.”
“Very gentlemanly of him.” Darcy grabbed the next napkin holder and added another stack. “How was the kiss?” She put up a finger. “And you’re not allowed to say nice.”
“But it was nice. Sweet. Tender.”
“No fireworks?”
“There were some.” She smiled again. “Like I said, it was nice. And it was only one kiss. Not enough to make a final assessment.”
“I take it a second date is on the horizon?”
Jillian nodded. Ethan had asked her out again at the end of their first date. He’d texted a few times, called her once and talked to her for a half hour before she had to go to work. It was nice to be pursued like that, Jillian realized. Very nice. “I’m getting off early tonight. Carter is coming to the island for the weekend. He said he’d finish my shift, and then Ethan is taking me to the bonfire on the north side of the island.”
“The north side? Hobknobbing with the rich and famous now?”
Jillian laughed. “Hardly. That’s your department.”
“Kincaid still prefers this side of the island. Even his dad has journeyed down a few times.” Darcy smiled. Although her fiancé came from a well-known and monied family, Kincaid had always preferred the easier life the folks on The Love Shack end of the island lived. “When they’re here, his parents still stay in the family monstrosity on the northern part of the island, but they seem a lot more okay with visiting their new grandbaby at Abby’s house, or coming over to see Emma at my house next door.”
“Is Emma still being a great aunt?” Darcy’s seven-year-old daughter had sported an “I’m the Auntie” pin for weeks after Abby’s daughter was born. Kincaid had gone around with a doubly goofy smile, between his pride for his daughter and for his sister.
“She’s awesome. She’s fed the baby a few times, but keeps asking me when Caroline will be able to play Barbies.” Darcy gave the restaurant one last lookover, then nodded. “We’re all set.”
“Great.” Jillian had that little nervous flutter of excitement in her belly. Just a few more hours, and she’d be out on her second date with Ethan.
She wasn’t so sure how she felt about a bonfire on the north side of the island—very few of the people there were actual residents of Fortune’s Island. Most of them were rich landers, as she and Darcy called them—people from the mainland of the Eastern seaboard. When Fortune’s Island had enjoyed a brief period as the place to vacation, a number of landers had built or bought property up north, and the restaurants and shops had followed. It was as if Fortune’s Island was divided in half, by the uppercrust northern part with its Brighton belt stores and hundred-dollar wine restaurants, and the southern half, with the raucous late night parties at The Love Shack and stores like Betty’s Sundries, which carried everything from I <3 Fortune’s Island coffee mugs to handcrafted necklaces. This end of the island had always been where Jillian felt most at home, most comfortable. But maybe it was time to expand her horizons. After all, wasn’t that part of what dating Ethan was all about?
And maybe, while they were together tonight, she could pick his brain some more about the music industry. She wasn’t quite sure what she was doing at school, or where she was going to put that degree to use once she was done, but it was fascinating to hear Ethan’s perspective about the same world that Zach had shut her out of.
As Jillian headed into the kitchen to help her mother with the prep work—and go through another recap of her date with her mom—the little flutter of anticipation began to grow. Yes, maybe expanding her horizons was going to be a very, very good thing.
SEVEN
Carter Matheson had spent his entire life trying to get off of Fortune’s Island. As soon as high school was over, he’d applied to colleges in Boston and moved to the
“And…?”
“That’s it.” She shrugged. “Just a kiss.”
“Very gentlemanly of him.” Darcy grabbed the next napkin holder and added another stack. “How was the kiss?” She put up a finger. “And you’re not allowed to say nice.”
“But it was nice. Sweet. Tender.”
“No fireworks?”
“There were some.” She smiled again. “Like I said, it was nice. And it was only one kiss. Not enough to make a final assessment.”
“I take it a second date is on the horizon?”
Jillian nodded. Ethan had asked her out again at the end of their first date. He’d texted a few times, called her once and talked to her for a half hour before she had to go to work. It was nice to be pursued like that, Jillian realized. Very nice. “I’m getting off early tonight. Carter is coming to the island for the weekend. He said he’d finish my shift, and then Ethan is taking me to the bonfire on the north side of the island.”
“The north side? Hobknobbing with the rich and famous now?”
Jillian laughed. “Hardly. That’s your department.”
“Kincaid still prefers this side of the island. Even his dad has journeyed down a few times.” Darcy smiled. Although her fiancé came from a well-known and monied family, Kincaid had always preferred the easier life the folks on The Love Shack end of the island lived. “When they’re here, his parents still stay in the family monstrosity on the northern part of the island, but they seem a lot more okay with visiting their new grandbaby at Abby’s house, or coming over to see Emma at my house next door.”
“Is Emma still being a great aunt?” Darcy’s seven-year-old daughter had sported an “I’m the Auntie” pin for weeks after Abby’s daughter was born. Kincaid had gone around with a doubly goofy smile, between his pride for his daughter and for his sister.
“She’s awesome. She’s fed the baby a few times, but keeps asking me when Caroline will be able to play Barbies.” Darcy gave the restaurant one last lookover, then nodded. “We’re all set.”
“Great.” Jillian had that little nervous flutter of excitement in her belly. Just a few more hours, and she’d be out on her second date with Ethan.
She wasn’t so sure how she felt about a bonfire on the north side of the island—very few of the people there were actual residents of Fortune’s Island. Most of them were rich landers, as she and Darcy called them—people from the mainland of the Eastern seaboard. When Fortune’s Island had enjoyed a brief period as the place to vacation, a number of landers had built or bought property up north, and the restaurants and shops had followed. It was as if Fortune’s Island was divided in half, by the uppercrust northern part with its Brighton belt stores and hundred-dollar wine restaurants, and the southern half, with the raucous late night parties at The Love Shack and stores like Betty’s Sundries, which carried everything from I <3 Fortune’s Island coffee mugs to handcrafted necklaces. This end of the island had always been where Jillian felt most at home, most comfortable. But maybe it was time to expand her horizons. After all, wasn’t that part of what dating Ethan was all about?
And maybe, while they were together tonight, she could pick his brain some more about the music industry. She wasn’t quite sure what she was doing at school, or where she was going to put that degree to use once she was done, but it was fascinating to hear Ethan’s perspective about the same world that Zach had shut her out of.
As Jillian headed into the kitchen to help her mother with the prep work—and go through another recap of her date with her mom—the little flutter of anticipation began to grow. Yes, maybe expanding her horizons was going to be a very, very good thing.
SEVEN
Carter Matheson had spent his entire life trying to get off of Fortune’s Island. As soon as high school was over, he’d applied to colleges in Boston and moved to the
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