Day three of the Great Guy Guessing Game—or 4G, right?—dawned bright and sunny, as is the Sierra Foothills’ custom.
I called Fredi, a decorator friend. He and I and Felicity had gone to grade school together, and then Fredi had moved away to Oregon when his parents decided to leave the hustle and bustle of the city.
He had moved back to California for college, and the three of us were now together again. He went from dating Felicity to dating me for a semester, after which he moved on to dating football players and men more handsome and rugged than I could ever hope to be.
Through all the back and forth, the three of us stayed friends. When Felicity and I decided to move to the foothills and open our coffee shop, Fredi tagged along. He’d already built a reputation as a world-class desig
