Hazel enjoyed flirting with Dylan. Probably too much. But he was so handsome in that hat, and it seemed like every female eye had swiveled their way as soon as they’d entered The Barn.
Of course they had. Dylan didn’t come to town much, and he certainly never came out dancing and singing in a place like this. Hazel did, and often, and had found many of her first dates here.
It was bizarre how she was thinking about never having another first date again. Dylan was handsome, kind, hardworking, punctual, witty, and probably a bunch of other things she hadn’t learned about him yet.
He was the first man she wanted more time to get to know. More dates. More of everything.
“This isn’t a low-carb night, is it?” he asked as he picked up the menu.
“I haven’t eaten saltines and butter since last
