Garrett pulled a face. “Pfft.”

I waited to be disappointed but must have finally numbed to Pleasant Hollow’s lack of community-organized festivities. “What about ice skating?”

“There’s IceTime Sports Complex, but it’s in Newburgh.” His cornflower-blue eyes lit up. “Your turn. Better rink: Rockefeller Center or Bryant Park? Go!”

“Bryant Park, no question.” It was where Mom and Aunt Heather taught me and Kate to skate the year it opened. We went back every season.

“Cool. Cool. Cool. Are you best friends with the women from your magazine? Let me guess, you all meet in the fashion closet and talk about sex.” He ran his tongue along his lower lip.

The room got even hotter, not out of lust for Garrett, but as the memory of Finn licking his finger after wiping my mouth the night before popped into my head. So much for “Finn who?” “I’m freelance and work remotely.” And I would stay that way if I continued to let Garrett flip the roles of this question-and-answer session. “Back to you. Any fun anecdotes you can share about being a handyman in such a small town?”

He laughed. “Folks here are boring! What’s it like living in Manhattan?”

“Like living anywhere else,” I said with a clenched jaw, knowing it wasn’t the glamorous answer he wanted. “Just busier. And louder. And more expensive.” I laughed, brushing a hair from my eye.

“I’m sure it’s nothing like Pleasant Hollow.” He leaned in. “Do bars stay open all night?”

“Some do. Unlike Brothers Brewery.”

He grinned. “What about cab drivers? Are they as wild as they’re always portrayed?”

“Maybe?” I said, raising my palms. “I don’t take many cabs, because of car sharing and the subw—”

“The subway! I’ve seen it in the movies.” His cheeks rosy, he folded his hands in interest. “Have you ever been there when someone got pushed onto the tracks?”

My mouth fell open. “No! Thank God.” His only reference to the subway was in the movies? Were we in upstate New York or Bluebell, Alabama?

“What about famous people? Do you see them everywhere?” Garrett's eyes glowed.

With a lift in my tone to lighten the mood, I said, “Who’s interviewing who here?”

He looked sheepish. “I’m sorry. It’s just…I’m obsessed with the city.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” I said, more amused than annoyed. “Everyone’s experience is different. And, yes, I’ve seen famous people, but it’s not like it happens every day.” I took a sip from my coffee mug.

“Anna Wintour. Have you seen her?”