Hold Me
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“Centuries ago, a group of Mayan women migrated north to this part of the country,” Patience said with a grin. “They set up a matriarchal society. I’m not saying it’s mystical or anything, but I think their power, or whatever you want to call it, lingers.”
“I’m sure it does,” Larissa said. “Haven’t you ever walked into a place and just known it had a happy vibe? Or an evil one?”
Several of them nodded. A waitress walked up to the table, a notepad in her hands. “Hi, everyone,” she said, then looked at Destiny and Starr. “You two are new. Sisters?”
“Half,” Destiny said and introduced them.
“I’m Jo. Welcome. First drink is on me. What would you like?”
Consuelo sighed. “It’s been a long week. I vote for margaritas.” She glanced at Starr. “Make one of those virgin.”
Everyone nodded eagerly.
“My only appointment of the day was this morning,” Madeline said. “I’m in.”
“I’m not working, either,” Patience said. “Bring ’em by the pitcher, Jo.”
Destiny was both shocked and amused. Grandma Nell would have loved this group, she thought, even as she wondered at the wisdom of day drinking. Still, it was Saturday, and it wasn’t like she had to drive.
“Will do,” Jo told them. “Nachos to go with that?”
“You know it,” Larissa said.
Jo nodded and left. When she was gone, Patience leaned in and lowered her voice. “Has anyone seen the inside of The Man Cave yet?”
“You have got to let that go,” Consuelo told her. “Businesses are allowed to open.”
“But this one is different.”
Madeline nodded. “There’s going to be trouble.”
“What are you talking about?” Destiny asked.
Madeline glanced over her shoulder, then returned her attention to the group. “There’s a new bar opening in town.”
Destiny waited for the rest of the announcement, but there didn’t seem to be anything else.
“Okay,” she said slowly. “And that’s bad why?”
“Because Jo’s Bar is the bar in town. Now there will be two. That’s not how things work here.”
“But that’s not true. I’ve seen more than one restaurant. More than one dry cleaners.”
“Sure,” Bailey said. “And several of the hotels have bars. But this is more like direct competition. I don’t know what’s going to happen. Mayor Marsha hasn’t said anything yet, but I’m sure she will.”
Patience pointed at Madeline. “Have you heard? Nick’s the manager.”
Madeline shook her head and sagged back in her chair. “Don’t go there, I beg you.”
“Nick, huh?” Larissa teased. “You have a thing?”
Consuelo rolled her eyes. “Do you even know who he is?”
“He’s the manager of The Man Cave.”
Consuelo groaned. “Have you ever met him?”
Larissa laughed. “No, and why does that matter? What if they have a romantic thing going on? Don’t you want to hear their story? How they met, and how they fell in love?”
Destiny waited for a snappy comeback. Consuelo surprised her by sighing. “You know what? I would like to hear it. Which is horrifying. I used to be so tough.”
“You still scare me,” Bailey told her.
“Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“I promise.”
“Can we get back to Madeline and Nick, please?” Patience asked. “So how long have you two been going out?”
Madeline stretched out her arms on the table and rested her head on them. “I give,” she mumbled. “Someone shoot me. Or her. I don’t care which.”
“You do care,” Larissa told her. “So what’s Nick like?”
Everyone laughed. Madeline straightened.
“Nick is one of the Mitchell brothers,” she said. “Their father is a glass-blowing artist.”
“Ceallach Mitchell,” Bailey told everyone. “He’s world famous. His pieces are exhibited everywhere.” She turned to Starr. “I work for the mayor. I have to know these things.”
“Does he live here?” the teen asked.
“He does. With his wife. Two of his sons are still in town.” Bailey frowned. “Is that right?”
“Yes,” Patience said firmly. “Del left years ago. He was in college, and there was this girl, Maya. They were totally in love and then she left and he left, but not together. I’m between them in age, so it was all very exciting. She wasn’t from around here. Then there’s Aidan. He’s in Fool’s Gold. He runs the family tour business. Nick is in the middle. He’s the one with the artistic talent, like his dad, only he doesn’t work with glass anymore. I have no idea why. Then the twins.”
Destiny’s head was spinning, and she hadn’t had any of her margarita yet. “How do you keep this all straight?”
“I live here. It’s not hard.” Patience grinned at Madeline. “Are you the reason Nick lost his ability to create? Did you wound him?”
“We had one summer,” Madeline protested. “Years ago. We were seniors in high school, and it was hot and heavy and then it ended. Nick created this big glass piece, and I remember being terrified because I thought maybe it was going to be about us or sex or him taking my virginity, but it wasn’t. It was trees. So I was fine.”
“I’m sure it does,” Larissa said. “Haven’t you ever walked into a place and just known it had a happy vibe? Or an evil one?”
Several of them nodded. A waitress walked up to the table, a notepad in her hands. “Hi, everyone,” she said, then looked at Destiny and Starr. “You two are new. Sisters?”
“Half,” Destiny said and introduced them.
“I’m Jo. Welcome. First drink is on me. What would you like?”
Consuelo sighed. “It’s been a long week. I vote for margaritas.” She glanced at Starr. “Make one of those virgin.”
Everyone nodded eagerly.
“My only appointment of the day was this morning,” Madeline said. “I’m in.”
“I’m not working, either,” Patience said. “Bring ’em by the pitcher, Jo.”
Destiny was both shocked and amused. Grandma Nell would have loved this group, she thought, even as she wondered at the wisdom of day drinking. Still, it was Saturday, and it wasn’t like she had to drive.
“Will do,” Jo told them. “Nachos to go with that?”
“You know it,” Larissa said.
Jo nodded and left. When she was gone, Patience leaned in and lowered her voice. “Has anyone seen the inside of The Man Cave yet?”
“You have got to let that go,” Consuelo told her. “Businesses are allowed to open.”
“But this one is different.”
Madeline nodded. “There’s going to be trouble.”
“What are you talking about?” Destiny asked.
Madeline glanced over her shoulder, then returned her attention to the group. “There’s a new bar opening in town.”
Destiny waited for the rest of the announcement, but there didn’t seem to be anything else.
“Okay,” she said slowly. “And that’s bad why?”
“Because Jo’s Bar is the bar in town. Now there will be two. That’s not how things work here.”
“But that’s not true. I’ve seen more than one restaurant. More than one dry cleaners.”
“Sure,” Bailey said. “And several of the hotels have bars. But this is more like direct competition. I don’t know what’s going to happen. Mayor Marsha hasn’t said anything yet, but I’m sure she will.”
Patience pointed at Madeline. “Have you heard? Nick’s the manager.”
Madeline shook her head and sagged back in her chair. “Don’t go there, I beg you.”
“Nick, huh?” Larissa teased. “You have a thing?”
Consuelo rolled her eyes. “Do you even know who he is?”
“He’s the manager of The Man Cave.”
Consuelo groaned. “Have you ever met him?”
Larissa laughed. “No, and why does that matter? What if they have a romantic thing going on? Don’t you want to hear their story? How they met, and how they fell in love?”
Destiny waited for a snappy comeback. Consuelo surprised her by sighing. “You know what? I would like to hear it. Which is horrifying. I used to be so tough.”
“You still scare me,” Bailey told her.
“Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“I promise.”
“Can we get back to Madeline and Nick, please?” Patience asked. “So how long have you two been going out?”
Madeline stretched out her arms on the table and rested her head on them. “I give,” she mumbled. “Someone shoot me. Or her. I don’t care which.”
“You do care,” Larissa told her. “So what’s Nick like?”
Everyone laughed. Madeline straightened.
“Nick is one of the Mitchell brothers,” she said. “Their father is a glass-blowing artist.”
“Ceallach Mitchell,” Bailey told everyone. “He’s world famous. His pieces are exhibited everywhere.” She turned to Starr. “I work for the mayor. I have to know these things.”
“Does he live here?” the teen asked.
“He does. With his wife. Two of his sons are still in town.” Bailey frowned. “Is that right?”
“Yes,” Patience said firmly. “Del left years ago. He was in college, and there was this girl, Maya. They were totally in love and then she left and he left, but not together. I’m between them in age, so it was all very exciting. She wasn’t from around here. Then there’s Aidan. He’s in Fool’s Gold. He runs the family tour business. Nick is in the middle. He’s the one with the artistic talent, like his dad, only he doesn’t work with glass anymore. I have no idea why. Then the twins.”
Destiny’s head was spinning, and she hadn’t had any of her margarita yet. “How do you keep this all straight?”
“I live here. It’s not hard.” Patience grinned at Madeline. “Are you the reason Nick lost his ability to create? Did you wound him?”
“We had one summer,” Madeline protested. “Years ago. We were seniors in high school, and it was hot and heavy and then it ended. Nick created this big glass piece, and I remember being terrified because I thought maybe it was going to be about us or sex or him taking my virginity, but it wasn’t. It was trees. So I was fine.”
