Summer said. “You’re actually on time for Happy Hour.” “Cotton-Eye Joe” played over the speakers, making Rowdy’s particularly festive. Josie remembered dancing to that song years ago, interlacing her arms with Summer’s and Delaney’s and scooting across the dance floor. “Hey,” Josie said. “I’m going to make sure it’s not a happy hour for you if you don’t watch it.” Gratitude washed over Josie. Everything seemed normal. Summer didn’t seem too affected by her admission the other night. “So,” Delaney said, and Josie felt the air rush out of her lungs. Benjamin arrived at the table, tray on his shoulder. Josie pointed at the spot in front of her, and he obliged, putting her vodka cranberry down first. She winked at him, and he set a second drink in front of her, shaking his head as he set down Delaney’s Guinness and Summer’s water. “I can tell when you’re in a mood, woman,” he said. “And I don’t want to be the recipient of your bad temper.” Summer and Delaney laughed as Benjamin walked away. “Where were we?”
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