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Kemp laughed, apparently appeased. “You need a cocktail?” he asked her.
Magnolia shook her head. “DD tonight. I’ll find you girls when we’re done wiping the floor with these wankers.”
“We’re going to get a table,” Anna told her.
“I never thought I’d hear Magnolia say wankers,” Maeve said, laughing.
The three of us found one of the last available tables as the pool partners headed to the back, where I could see a row of pool tables, all of them in use.
“This place is bigger than it looks from the front,” I said as we settled into the booth, Maeve and Anna on one side, me on the other.
“This is your first time here?” Anna asked me.
“It is. I need to get out more. This is exactly what I needed but didn’t know it.”
“A little chaos every once in a while is a good thing,” Maeve said.
“It’s one of those Dragonfly Lake milestones,” Anna said. “You’re an official resident now that you’ve been to the Fly on a Saturday night.”
“Plus the llama. I’ve met Esmerelda,” I said.
“Have you ordered Dragonfly Dust waffles?” Maeve asked.
I waved her off like that one was the easiest. “Before I even moved here. That might be partly why I moved here.”
Before we could say more, a server arrived with three drinks—a glass of wine for me and hard seltzers for Maeve and Anna.
“Hey, Isabel,” Anna said. “We didn’t?—”
“Kemp did,” the blond server said, gesturing toward the back once she unloaded our bounty.
“He’s too much,” Anna said. “Thanks, Iz.”
“Of course.” The server hurried off to the next table.
“Do you like wine, Presley?” Anna asked.
“I do.” I’d told Kemp that at Harper and Max’s wedding, probably more than once as I went for the supposedly frou-frou drinks instead. “And seltzer’s your thing, and Kemp knows it?”
“That’s Kemp,” Maeve said.
“Nice of him,” I said.
“He’s got ulterior motives,” Maeve said, eyeing Anna.
“Stop,” Anna said. “Kemp and I are just friends. Always have been. Always will be.”
“I’m not debating that,” Maeve said. She turned to me. “He’s had a thing for Anna for years. Like, since school.”
“I’ll be right back,” Anna said, waving at someone across the room.
“And there she goes,” Maeve said with an affectionate grin and a head shake. “The social butterfly has been set free.”
“Everyone loves Anna, huh?”
“More literally than you think.”
“She’s impossible not to like.”
