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It was so weird, that Kirsten was sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop. But Peach was just genuine and kind and happy. Kirsten really liked her a lot.

“Oh, God, that was so good.” Skyla leaned back. “Is it awful that I want dessert?”

“Baby. If you want dessert, you should get it. Or we can share stuff. You know me.”

She wasn’t worried about it.

“Let’s see what there is.”

“Ladies, would you like to see a dessert menu?”

“Yes please. And coffee, son.” Peach waved at the table. “I’ma need it.”

“You and me both. I could have something hot and caffeinated.”

“Coffee all around?”

“Uh-huh.” Skyla laughed. “And that menu.”

“Be right back.”

Coffee was just as fancy as the rest of it, with cups and saucers and cream in little ceramic pitchers and all that good jazz.

“I do love a fancy restaurant. I do.” Peach liked a sweet and creamy coffee too.

Kirsten would have to remember that.

“Oh, me too. Carrot cake or death by chocolate, honey?” Skyla asked.

“I’m easy. I like it all.” She was as full as a tick.

“How about we all three share the chocolate. We’ll get carrot cake to have for breakfast in the morning.” Peach clapped her hands, clearly tickled.

“Oh, I like it. One chocolate for here, two carrot to go?” Skyla was over the moon.

Kane was tickled, too, she could tell. His tip just kept going up. Kirsten got it. One good table could make someone’s night.

The fire crackled, the lights below twinkled, and Kirsten watched Skyla and Peach tease and joke and play with each other with a sense of deep peace. This was right. This thing with her and Skyla.

She just had to figure out how to make it work out on the long-term.

Chapter Twenty-One

“Have you seen the social media shitstorm, Sky?” Lucie held up her phone with her good hand. “It’s kind of nuts.”

Skyla had met up with the band at the rental, because Peach had ordered in brunch for all of them, and they were sitting down together for the first time since the big kerfuffle.

“I’ve seen it, yes.” She wasn’t going to bat an eye at all the bullshit online. She was going to Taylor Swift that shit and let it work for her instead of against her.

“We’re all going to get blacklisted,” Greggo sighed. “I mean…it’s a career killer.”

“Why? Because she’s queer? The three of usareopenly gay, guys.” Mich sounded as if she could chew nails. Just munch-munch-munch.

Lucie looked at the floor. “I know. But this is something that takes an artist from arenas to casinos and you know it.”

“Age does that too. Time. It’s inevitable, for fuck’s sake.” She stared at them both.

“I’m not the only person that isn’t straight in Nashville.”

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