rising beneath her honey brown skin said she did.
Their server arrived to take their drink orders. She appeared young enough to be carded, but must have been a student at Trinity Falls University. Everyone ordered iced tea, except Ramona, who wanted white wine.
Ramona leaned back into her seat. She looked from Quincy, who was diagonally across the table from her, to Megan on her left. âAre you two dating?â The question was tinged with sarcasm.
Ean stilled. He needed to hear the answer. But wouldnât Quincy have said something to him? Wouldnât Megan have mentioned it Thursday night?
âAre you and Ean dating?â Quincyâs response didnât relieve Eanâs worry.
But why was Ean concerned over whether one of his best friends was dating his ex-girlfriendâs cousin? He wasnât concerned. He was jealous.
Ramona held Eanâs gaze. A secretive smile curved her lips as she answered Quincyâs question. âI donât know whether or not weâre dating again. It depends on whether I can convince Ean to return to New York with me.â
Ean wasnât playing this game. âThatâs not going to happen, Ramona.â
Quincy shrugged. His response was swift and satisfied. âIt sounds like you have your answer. Youâre not dating.â
Ean frowned at his friend. In high school, Quincy had barely spoken two words to Ramona. That had been bad enough. But now his friend wouldnât stop attacking her. Why?
âAre you really staying in Trinity Falls?â Meganâs question redirected the tension.
Ean met her gaze. âI wouldnât have come back if I didnât intend to stay.â
He wasnât dating Ramona and he was staying in Trinity Falls. What did Megan think about these things?
Their server delivered their drinks, then offered to take their orders. Ean and Quincy ordered the steak. Megan requested the chicken Parmesan. Apparently, she wasnât opposed to eating the same thing several nights a week.
Then the young woman asked for Ramonaâs order.
Ramona glared at the menu. âDid you get this salmon fresh?â
âYes, maâam.â The young woman stood with her pen poised above her notepad.
âHow fresh?â Ramonaâs questions snapped out with a speed and ferocity that would catapult a criminal prosecutor to fame.
âIâIâm certain itâs fresh, maâam.â The server seemed taken aback by the cross-examination.
Ean studied Ramona, her tense posture, her strident voice, her lack of eye contact with the server. Had she been this arrogant in high school?
âYou donât sound certain.â Ramonaâs eyes remained glued to the menu.
Megan turned to her cousin. âRamona.â
âWhat?â Ramona snapped the word. âWhy are you always whispering my name? Thatâs so annoying.â
âStop it. Youâre making a scene.â Megan spoke through clenched teeth.
Ramona rolled her eyes, then addressed their server. âAre you certain the salmon is freshââ
Ean interrupted the exchange. âRamona, she answered your question.â
The serverâs pen began to shake above the notepad. âWe get all of our seafood fresh, maâam.â
âStop calling me âmaâam.ââ
The young womanâs eyes grew large. âYes, m . . . yes.â
Quincyâs sigh was long and loud. âMona, do you want the fish or not? If you want it, for the love of God, order it or Iâll order something for you.â
Ean sat back in his chair. No one had ever spoken to Ramona that way in her life. Of that, he was certain. Even Megan did a slow blink at Quincyâs outburst. He prepared himself for the fireworks.
Ramona erupted like Vesuvius. âMy name isnât âMona.â Donâtââ
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