Jennifer snorted. “Gym? Lifting this beer glass is about all the exercise I want. I’m excited about the fresh new meat in town. Do you know how hard it is to be a fortysomething lesbian in a town of less than two thousand?” She pointed at Monica. “The two of us have an agreement. If we’re still single by the time we’re fifty, we’re hooking up. We tried it a decade ago and there was nothing there, but in seven years, we’re diving back in. Literally.”

I choked on my beer.

She laughed. “We shocked the newbie.”

“I was caught off guard is all,” I said, waving her off. “It takes more than sexual innuendo to embarrass me. I was raised on the streets of Manhattan. Well, not literally the streets.” Although I might be sleeping on the corner of Twentieth Street and First Avenue in six months if we couldn’t afford our rent. Damn it! Don’t go there. “Speaking of sex, what’s the dating scene like in Pleasant Hollow?”

Jennifer raised an eyebrow. “Exactly how you’d expect it to be with less than five percent of the population unattached and over the age of legal consent.”

“Are there any single, straight men in town?” I asked, hoping for some scoop on one Finn Adams.

“Greg and Aaron are technically single,” Monica began, motioning at Cousins One and Two, “but they’re kind of married to each other. And Minecraft.” She slid the pitcher of beer on our table closer to her. “And making subpar beer.”

“I hadn’t noticed that last part.” I giggled before downing my glass. “They’re not my type anyway.” Too misplaced-surfer-dude for me.

“Garrett’s single,” Monica said.

“Garrett?”

“The handyman who installed our hot tub,” Jennifer said.

A single handyman. I was intrigued, especially if he was as cute as Finn. “What about Finn?”

“Who?” the women asked in unison.

“Finn Adams? He was here earlier.” The hottie with the great arms and sexy happy trail.

“I didn’t notice him.”

I found that hard to believe, but then again, I was a straight woman whose last several dates hadn’t passed my sex test: Do I think this guy will be fun in bed? Do I like him? Do I think he will respect my body? Do I feel safe? Would I be open to the possibility of it going somewhere? Will I be emotionally okay if it doesn’t lead anywhere? If the answers to all of these were yes, I’d go to bed with someone. I’d created the test after things went sour with Leo and I feared I’d never have sex again.

“Does the town have a mayor?” I asked. Probably not Finn if they didn’t recognize his name.

“We share with Newburgh,” Monica said. “I bought his book of poetry. For a politician, it wasn’t bad.”