Chapter Thirteen
ROWAN
Wildlands was clearly a favorite hangout in town, and not just for the hotshot crews. “This place stays busy all the time,” I commented as I glanced around the full restaurant and the crowded bar.
“Always,” Graham agreed.
Phoebe lifted her beer and took a swallow. After setting it down, she let her gaze arc around the space before it came to me. “I remember when I was a kid. I couldn't wait to be old enough to come here when it was a bar. And now it’s old news, and I'm not even thirty yet.” She twisted her mouth to the side and let out a sigh.
Paisley slipped into a chair beside Phoebe at that moment, catching the tail end of her comment. “Thirty is not that old.”
Phoebe’s eyes slid to her, and she shrugged. “Maybe not, but I feel old right now.”
Graham's brow
