Reagan groaned and rested her head against the back of the chair. “I’ve talked to eight different suppliers and I’ve only been in the office for an hour. Who comes back into the office for only the last day of the week after a holiday? I knew I should have taken the rest of the week off,” she grumbled.

“I still don’t know why you didn’t. But listen, I’ve got the perfect way for you to break up your day.”

Reagan sat up. “I’m listening.”

“Damien wants to try out some new recipes for his late-night bar menu and asked for my opinion. Told him I’d bring you along to talk about how they’d work, you know, numbers-wise.”

Reagan’s stomach rumbled at the mere mention of food, making her realize that aside from a mug of her mom’s turkey broth last night, she hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. “You don’t have to ask me twice. I’m in. Are you coming to the office first? What time do you want to head over to Gale’s?”

“Um, I’ll have to meet you there. So, be there at eleven thirty, okay?”

“I’ll see you then.” Reagan ended the call and tossed her phone on the desk. She scrolled through her email, hoping it would be distraction enough for the next couple of hours.

When Reagan opened the door to Gale’s Tavern, she waited as two guys in front of her were given a table. As they walked away, she stepped up to the host stand and saw a familiar face. “Hey, Amy.”

“Oh, hey. Just one today?” she asked as she reached behind her for a menu.

“No. I’m actually supposed to meet—”

“Table for two, please.”

Reagan lost the ability to speak when she heard the voice that had haunted her dreams for the past month. She turned and found Jill standing only a few feet away. Jill held her hands behind her back, and her eyes bore into Reagan. They held so much emotion, but the one that stood out was overwhelming uncertainty and that was something she rarely attributed to Jill.

Reagan still couldn’t find her voice. Her gaze flicked back to Amy who looked at them with anticipation, wanting one of them to make a decision. She turned back to Jill whose eyebrows were raised, also waiting for her answer. Reagan needed answers, too. But more than that, she needed Jill. Reagan nodded to Amy. “Table for two.”

“Right this way,” Amy said.