I had just pulled my phone out of my pocket to check my e-mail-not that there was anything important in there-when I caught sight of a familiar-looking buzz cut and brown hair at the far edge of the bar. Really, they almost looked like normal, everyday people, except for all the leather and Harley T-shirts. I sat there and took a couple of sips, looking up and down the counter at the people sitting there. The blond man nodded and led her through the small group directly behind us. It wouldn’t have taken her longer than a couple of minutes to find her uncle, but whatever. The bar was a good size but not that big. “Show me where he is,” she stated… which was kind of weird. My boss smiled and stood up, patting her cousin on the cheek. “Nah,” I answered and tipped my head toward the back. There was no such thing as a group wave unless you wanted your mom hissing in your ear about how much of an embarrassment you were. If there was one thing I understood and was all too well acquainted with, it was the politics that went behind big, close families. “Yeah, as long as you don’t leave me here all night.” Her nose scrunched for a moment as she hesitated. “Go say hi,” I offered when she continued looking around the floor of the half-full bar. She nodded, turning to look over his shoulder briefly, as if searching for whoever “the old man” was. “The old man is back there if you wanna drop by and say hi,” he said to her, his gaze straying back to me for a moment as a small, sly smile crossed his mouth. “He’s at home,” she explained, referring to her fiancé. I nodded, watching as the guy named Trip turned back toward his cousin and elbowed her. “He works at the garage by the parking lot,” Ginny explained. “Hey,” the grinning blond said as he took my hand in a shake. “Nice to meet you,” I greeted, one hand curled around my stout, the other extending out in his direction.
She had mentioned her cousin who had a son around Josh’s age who played competitive baseball a couple of times. Di, this is my cousin Trip,” Ginny explained as my gaze trailed back over to my friend, shaking off the fuzz that had come over my brain from looking at him. She’s the one I told you about who has the boy who plays baseball.
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