“Hey,” Anna said as we approached. “So glad you made it, Chloe. Hi,” she said to Presley.

I introduced Presley to the four women and stole glances at the guys, trying to figure out if they were people I should recognize.

Anna saved me.

“Presley, this is Max Dawson, Anton White, and Alex Costello. You guys remember Chloe Abrams? Or Henry… Are you changing your name, Chloe?”

“I did.” Which seemed like a pain to do it just for a year, but I hoped it would work in my favor toward convincing Angelica. “It’s good to see you all.”

I remembered the guys now, by name, anyway. They all had deep Dragonfly Lake roots and had grown up here, some older than us, some younger. They’d been athletes back in the day, popular guys who everyone knew, and they were still good-looking. Presley seemed to agree as she greeted each one individually and smiled at them all, which didn’t go unappreciated, judging by the smiles she got in return.

She and I took the two empty chairs, with me next to Olivia and Presley on the end. I couldn’t help but notice that Alex drifted to stand close to her chair and helped her scoot it in.

“Happy birthday, Maeve,” I said to the pretty brunette at the other end of the table.

“Yes, happy birthday,” Presley repeated. “I want to buy you a drink. What would you like?”

Maeve settled on a chocolate martini and looked like Presley wasn’t the first one to treat her for her big day. She was all grins and her eyes gleamed in a telling way.

“So Holden Henry, huh?” Max said to me, still standing between Maeve and Olivia, and I wondered if I would ever not look for doubt and disbelief when it came to Holden being with me. “He’s a good guy.”

Good enough to marry his friend, I thought, then shook it off, because I needed to just own that I’d married one of the best guys and he knew just about everyone in town.

“I think so,” I said with a laugh that I willed to not sound nervous. I took a healthy swallow of my drink.

“I hope he finds an investor for his brewery soon,” Anton said. “This town could use that kind of draw.”

“We could use some good beer,” Max said with a laugh as he raised his bottle of mass-produced brew.

“He’s determined,” I said vaguely, since we’d all agreed not to breathe a word to anyone but Holden’s brothers until the money was in place and all the paperwork finalized. That should happen within the next few days, and then I had a feeling it would take less than a half day for the entire town to hear the news. Maybe less than an hour.