Lola gave a snap of appreciative laughter. “Atta girl. Hey, hold on a minute.” With a skill Rachel admired, Lola served a full tray of drinks, emptied ashtrays and replaced an empty basket of chips. “See the brunette by the juke?”

With her lips pursed, Rachel studied the slim jean-clad hips and the waterfall of honey-brown hair. “Don’t tell me I have to worry about her, too?”

“No, I do. That’s my oldest.”

“Your daughter? She’s gorgeous.”

“Yeah. That’s why I have to worry. Anyway, Zack’s been hinting around about how he’d like Nick to meet some people closer to his own age, so I talked her into coming in, having one of Rio’s burgers.”

“And?”

“Nick looked. Actually, he was pretty enthusiastic about busing tables tonight. But he didn’t make a move in her direction.”

“Looking’s good,” Rachel mused. “It wouldn’t bother you if he was interested enough to ask her out?”

“Nick’s okay. Besides, my Terri can take care of herself.” Lola winked. “Takes after her mom. Keep your pants on,” she shouted to the table of four that was signaling to her. “Catch you later.”

“Well, now…” Rachel eased onto the stool between Harry and Pete. A glass of white wine was already waiting for her. “What’s the latest?”

“Seven-letter word for rapture,” Harry told her. “Ending in ‘y’.”

Rachel smiled into her wine. “Ecstasy,” she said, watching Zack.

“Okay!” Pleased with that, he skimmed over the blank spaces in his puzzle. “Here’s another seven. Characterized by a lack of substance.”

“Perfect,” she murmured, shifting her gaze to the blonde, who was leaning her cleavage over the bar. “Try vacuous.”

“Damn, you’re good.”

“Harry,” she gave him a smile that had him going beet red, “I’m terrific. Keep an eye on things for me. I want to talk to Nick.”

Pete watched her go, sighed. “If I was twenty years younger, thirty pounds lighter, didn’t have a wife who’d slit my wrists and still had all my hair…”

“Yeah. Keep dreaming.” Harry signaled for another round.

The minute she passed into the kitchen, Rachel took a deep breath. It always smelled like heaven. “Okay, Rio, what’s good tonight?”

“Everything’s always good.” He grinned, wiping his big hands on his apron. “But tonight my fried chicken’s number one.”

“There must be a drumstick with my name on it. Hey, Nick.” Now as at home here as she was in her mama’s kitchen, she eased against the counter where he was stacking the dishes. “How’s it going?”

“By last count, I’ve washed six thousand and eighty-two plates.” But he smiled when he said it. “Zack mentioned you might be coming by tonight. I’ve been looking for you.”