wasn’t, and he came up here in the middle of the night and started a fucking fire to clear out his competition.”
“Jordan, stop,” I said, and Jordan actually did. He paused mid-step and looked at me. He was still a soldier in so many ways. Maybe I could make that work to calm him down. The tone in my voice was commanding, and the gambit had worked. He stared at me like he was waiting for instruction.
I sighed and looked back at the remains of the building and then back to Jordan.
“We can’t just go accusing someone of arson without proof. I know you’re upset, we all are, but making up wild rumors helps no one. If Danny Jefferies is behind this, it will come out. But for right now, we all need you to calm the hell down.”
Jordan nodded, his body relaxing, and I nodded back, then turned to look at the bar again. This was going to be a long, hard day.
4
Amanda
I had just lathered up the pool of liquid soap in my palm and was rinsing my hands when my phone rang. Drying them hastily, I reached in my pocket and pulled it out. I assumed it was going to be Tom, and I realized my stomach had a nervous knot in it. I was worried about him and what he was going through.
Instead, I saw my best friend’s name on the screen. It was unusual for her to call me in the middle of the day, but not completely unheard of. Emily was a touch of a free spirit. Sometimes she was levelheaded and logical enough to talk through any problem or situation with her. And other times she completely flitted off into nothingness and needed to be reeled back into reality.
“What are you doing right this second?” she asked, sounding slightly breathless.
“I’m washing my hands in the bathroom at work,” I said.
The call immediately dropped. I shook my head and put my phone back and my pocket.
I dried my hands carefully, then walked out of the bathroom. I was a few seconds down the hall back toward my desk when my phone rang again. I fished it out of my pocket and saw Emily’s name on the screen.
“Hello?” I asked.
“What are you doing right at this exact second?” she asked.
I laughed. “Did you just give yourself a conversation do-over?”
“I wasn’t aware I was calling you while you were in the bathroom,” Emily said.
“I was washing my hands,” I said.
“Doesn’t matter. Not the appropriate venue. But speaking of venues, guess where we’re going tonight?”
“I have no idea,” I said. “I was planning on going to the corner of my couch and finishing the paperback I’ve been reading before eating a plate of spaghetti and going to bed.”
There was silence on the other end of the phone for long enough that I thought she might have hung up on me again.
“No,” she finally said. “And if you ever tell me that type of plan again, I’m hosting an intervention. You are far too young to be acting like an old lady.”
“I’m not acting like an old lady,” I said.
“You definitely are, but that’s not why I’m calling. I got us reservations at Frosting,” she said.
My nose wrinkled up as I tried to place the name. “Is that the new place up where the little hat shop used to be?”
“Yep,” Emily said. “Now it’s a dessert bar.”
“Like at weddings?” I asked.
“No,” Emily said. “That’s a dessert buffet. This is a dessert bar. Meaning it has alcohol.”
“Well, baked goods, chocolate, ice cream, and booze sound like a pretty good business model to me,” I said.
“Apparently, it does to a lot of people. The place is completely packed all the time. It’s only been open for a couple of weeks, but reservations are just about impossible to get. I managed to snag us one at eight-thirty. I’ll meet you at your place. See you then.”
She didn’t even give me a chance to accept the invitation or decline it. I wasn’t totally sold on the premise, but I was looking forward to seeing her.
Later that night, we got to the bar and a dark-haired waiter brought us over to our table. Emily looked at him like she wanted to see him on the menu. We sat down, and I looked around.
“I have to admit, it’s a pretty adorable little place. I wasn’t sure how they would combine the themes, but they definitely pulled it off,” I said.
The waiter came back with