“Hmm. I don’t know about that. So, tell me about the new guy.”

“David Connolly?”

Andrea nodded. “Yes. I vaguely remember him from high school. I was a sophomore when he was a senior. He was tall, blond, and went out with that cheerleader, Missy whatever her name was.”

“Right. I don’t remember her last name either, but I know who you mean. He seems nice enough. And smart. He had some great suggestions at his first meeting with us. I think he’ll be good for Paula. She was nervous about stepping into the role.”

“I bet she was,” Andrea said bitterly. She still partly blamed Paula for her grandfather’s decision.

“It’s not her fault,” Hallie reminded her.

“Whatever. So, what is this David’s status? Is he single? Just passing through Nantucket or is he here to stay? His family is still here?”

“I have no idea if he’s single. It didn’t come up. I know he has family here, but I think this is just a temporary assignment. He lives in New York City.”

“Of course, he does. There are no eligible men on Nantucket,” she sulked.

Hallie shot her a look. “That’s ridiculous. There are so many eligible men that come to Nantucket. Figawi weekend is coming up and the island will be overflowing with them.” The famous sailing race took place every Memorial Day weekend when hundreds of huge sailboats with experienced crews raced from Hyannis to Nantucket and then back on Memorial Day. It was one of the busiest weekends of the year on Nantucket.

“You know what I mean. Men that live here, year-round. Maybe I should move to New York. Elaine is looking there, too.”

Hallie didn’t look happy about that. “New York is so far away and so big.”

“It’s just a short plane ride away. Plenty of direct flights to New York.” There were many wealthy people that owned second homes on Nantucket and commuted back and forth on the weekends. Many of them had private planes and during the summer months, there were dozens of them parked at the Nantucket airport at any given time. However, although she’d told Elaine she was open to New York, Andrea really wasn’t excited about it. She hoped something might eventually turn up in Boston.

As Marco returned to the bar, a seat opened up and he sat next to Andrea. His phone buzzed and he glanced at a text message and shook his head.

“My brother was supposed to meet me here. He just said he had a chance to pick up some overtime and is working instead.”

“Why don’t you stay with us? We were going to get some appetizers,” Hallie said.

Marco happily agreed and they spent the next two hours eating, laughing and chatting. Around eight thirty, Hallie suddenly couldn’t stop yawning.