“Hey, Reagan!” their server interrupted. She’d known Trent since Damien had opened Gale’s. “It’s good to see you. Who do you have here? I didn’t know you were dating anyone.” Jill’s eyebrows lifted at that last statement.

Jill spoke before Reagan had a chance to reply. “I’ll have the garden salad with balsamic on the side and a glass of chardonnay.”

Reagan narrowed her eyes at Jill, holding her gaze until Jill looked away. Focusing again on Trent, she said, “I’ll have my usual burger and a pint of Wee Mac.”

Trent nodded and then scurried away.

Reagan spread her napkin across her lap and sat back in her chair, frowning at Jill. “That was rude.”

“No, it was rude and unprofessional of him to approach the table like he did. He should have introduced himself and told us the specials, if there are any in a place like this. Then he should have taken our order and rushed back to the kitchen. At least he got the rushing part right.”

“I know him. He’s a friend.”

“Doesn’t excuse anything.” Jill took a sip of her water. “And what, may I ask, do you do?”

“I work in the restaurant industry.”

“Ah.”

“What ‘ah’?” Reagan asked as she folded her arms.

“Nothing. It just would make sense that all you servers know each other.”

The snobbishness dripped from Jill. Reagan opened her mouth to argue and defend her friend and her industry, but she couldn’t find the strength. An oddity for her. She was proud of what she and all her friends in the industry did. I’d like to see her work all day on a Sunday when the Colts were home. Reagan rolled her eyes. “Little presumptuous, don’t you think?”

“Maybe so, but I think it would just be better if we enjoyed our meals in silence.”

“Fine by me.”

Jill took out her phone and became mesmerized by whatever was on her screen.

Reagan sipped the beer Trent had placed on the table, contemplating the woman in front of her, who alternated between typing furiously on her phone and drinking her wine. Probably because of that morning’s dream, Reagan’s first thoughts about Jill had been sexual. Anyone could see that Jill was gorgeous, but, rudeness and conceit were the biggest turnoffs of all. Pity.

Trent returned with their meals and Reagan dug in. She enjoyed the silence from her lunch companion who focused more on her phone and her glass of wine than her meal. She had no desire to hear any more insulting comments from Jill, and Reagan had gotten the impression that insults were Jill’s forte. While Reagan spent her time eating and watching the bustle of the room, Jill looked at her several times, only to glance back at her phone when caught.