in a gray tub that she’d set on the chair, and wiping the tabletop with a rag, not just once, but twice.
When she looked up and smiled at the waitress, Miranda knew.
Noah’s sister Selena.
Her first instinct was to go say hello, but didn't know if Selena would remember her from their encounter last summer, or if Noah would appreciate her approaching his sister.
She was glad, though, that he’d let go of his sister enough to let her work in town. Of course, in Evansville, people would look out for her.
She would not say it out loud, but seeing Noah the last time she’d been in town had given her the courage to look at her life and think about what she wanted. She knew she was looking back through the lens of time, but Noah had been a good, steady guy in high school, despite his crazy home life, which he’d hidden from her most of the time they were together. He was a good, steady guy now, from all accounts, and he’d made a success of his life, of his business.
She wondered what her life would be like now if she’d stayed in town, stayed with him.
But she knew herself well enough to know that she wouldn't have been happy. She would always have wondered what life was like outside of Evansville. She’d needed the experiences she had with Damian, her trips around the world and her job in New York City. She squared her shoulders as Jason set the drink in front of her. She was going to need this in order to tell her mother that she was moving back to Evansville for good, but she wouldn't be staying at home. She’d already done some research and found a couple of possibilities for places to stay. Her mother wouldn't like it, but Miranda knew she wouldn't be able to live at home with her mother and sister.
She wondered who she could ask about Noah, if he was still single. Certainly not her mother, who hadn't been a fan of Noah even when they were in high school. No, she’d been over the moon when Miranda landed Damian, who ticked all the right boxes in her mother’s mind. From a wealthy family—check. Ambitious—check. Romantic—check. Well-traveled—check.
But those boxes didn't make for the most equal of relationships.
And what would she do if Noah wasn't single? Would she go back to New York and start up with Damian again? No. She was going to make a life here. Evansville was bound to need a lawyer, right?
“So tell us what you’ve been up to in New York,” her mother urged, taking a drink of her frosty margarita. “Have you been to any of the new shows? Did you see Hugh Jackman when he was on Broadway?”
She shook her head, hating to disappoint her mother. “We don't really have a lot of time to go out lately. Damian is always working.”
She turned away from Selena and all the thoughts that seeing the young woman brought back. She smiled brightly at her sister.
"What's new with you?"
Allison regarded her suspiciously. They had never been close, and Miranda regretted it. There had always been too much competition between them, and Miranda had always won. She was certain Allison was dancing with glee, knowing that Miranda's charmed life had fallen apart. Of course, she didn't know the full extent.
"Just keeping busy with the festival plans."
Allison had gone to UT like Miranda, had been in the same sorority, graduated with a degree in business, but had come home to Evansville. She was content to live at home and wait for someone to marry her. She was very good at the planning of the different activities in the town, but Miranda wondered if she didn't get bored. Miranda would lose her mind without a career.
"There's got to be something you do in your free time." Miranda resisted the urge to look at Jason, who made a noise.
"I like to hear the music at the Sagebrush," Allison said. "Sage has been getting some good acts in, thanks to Flynn and his connections. A group of us are going on Friday, if you want to come along.”
Miranda wondered who the group included. She