Waiting On You. Kristan Higgins

even plan that! He just smiled at me and said, ‘Hey, Paulie, how’s it going?’” She sighed at the memory of the magical words. “It was amazing. I mean, that smile, right?”

      Yes. Bryce had a beautiful smile. That was true.

      “He’s never in a bad mood,” Paulie went on. “Never has a bad thing to say about anyone. Not that I talk to him. Not much, anyway. But sometimes we lift weights at the same time, and...well, I try to talk to him. But my mind goes blank, and I never think of anything good to say. But last week? I had to walk past him, and I said ‘Excuse me,’ and he said, and I quote, ‘No problem.’ Colleen, he smelled so good.”

      The woman had it bad.

      “And when we were in high school, he never made fun of me.”

      Colleen’s heart gave a squeeze. Paulie had a solid, athletic build and held the school record for the number of push-ups, beating even Jeremy Lyon, football god, a record that stood to this day. Her father’s business didn’t help her social status; he’d started out as a chicken farmer, and Paulie hadn’t grown up as comfortably as most of the kids in town, though not as poor as others. And then, when the Chicken King became so successful, well, that was different, too, and it was hard to be different at that age.

      Though she was now the chief operating officer for the Chicken King franchises, Colleen had never seen Paulie out of gym clothes, and she always seemed on the fringe of things, as nice and smart as she was.

      With a pang, Colleen realized Paulie reminded her of Savannah, her nine-year-old half sister.

      “You know what? Let’s forget about it, okay? I’m sorry,” Paulie said now.

      “Absolutely not,” Colleen said. “He’d be lucky to have you. I’m serious. You’re great, you have so many nice qualities...it’s not gonna be that hard, Paulie. What have your other relationships been like?”

      “Um...I...I’ve never had another relationship.”

      “That’s fine. So, no experience with men?”

      “I’m a virgin,” she said.

      “No worries. Nothing wrong with saving yourself for true love.” Colleen herself had, after all. Not that hers was an exemplary story.

      “It’s more like no one’s ever asked me.”

      Oh! Poor lamb! “Not a problem.”

      “He’d probably rather go out with you,” Paulie said.

      “Oh, please,” Colleen said with a flinch. “Bryce? No. We’re not... He’s a sweetheart, but not my type. But you guys...you’d be great together.”

      Paulie’s face lit up. “Really? You think so? Honest? I’ll do whatever you say. You think I have a shot?”

      “Absolutely.”

      Connor was back. “Dad called. Wants you to babysit. Apparently, Gail needs a break.”

      Ah. Gail Chianese O’Rourke, their stepmother, four years their senior, not so lovingly known as Gail-the-Tail-Chianese-Rhymes-with-Easy-Hyphen-O’Rourke.

      “A break from what?” Colleen asked. “From spa appointments? From shopping? A break from having breaks?”

      “I don’t know. Ask him to call you on your cell next time. Hey, Paulie, anything else for you?”

      “Uh, I’m good, thanks,” she said, shifting to take a ten from her pocket.

      “On the house,” Connor and Colleen said in unison.

      “Thanks.” She stood, tripped a little over the chair; Con grabbed her arm and Paulie flushed again. “Well. Thanks, Coll. You rock.” With that, she headed out into the beautiful spring night.

      “I’m fixing her up,” Colleen said.

      “Oh, God,” Connor muttered.

      “What? You have something against true love?”

      “Do you have to ask?”

      The bar was emptying; the sidewalks, few that there were, tended to roll up early in Manningsport. Connor sat down with her. The only folks left were on the volunteer fire department, who felt that O’Rourke’s was their home away from home.

      “Con, you think Mom and Dad screwed us up forever? I mean, neither one of us has a significant other.”

      Connor shrugged. He hated talking about their parents.

      “You should go out with someone. Jessica Dunn, maybe. Or Julianne from the library. Or I could fix you up.”

      “I’d rather hang myself, but thanks.”

      “If you do, can I have your car?” She gave him a look. “What aren’t you telling me?”

      He grimaced, but hey, the twin telepathy was alive and well. “Don’t have kittens, okay? But actually, I’m seeing someone.”

      “What? Since when? Who?”

      “No kittens, Colleen.”

      “Well, you’re my twin, my family, my coworker! We share a house!”

      “Another life mistake.”

      “Connor,” she said more calmly, “how are you seeing someone and I don’t know about it? Who is she? How long has this been going on? Why didn’t you tell me?”

      “Because of this. I didn’t want you to go crazy and give me advice or start naming babies.”

      “When have I ever done that?”

      “An hour ago. You told Faith to name her baby after you.”

      “Well, so did you.”

      Her brother crossed his arms. “It’s not serious. Not yet.”

      “I can’t believe you kept this from me. God, those three minutes you have on me ruined you. I should’ve been born first, and I would’ve been, if you hadn’t shoved me out of the way.”

      “Okay, we’re done here. You wanna kick out the fire department, or shall I?”

      “Get out, people!” Colleen yelled, and the various and sundry members of Manningsport’s bravest started reaching for their wallets.

      Hello. Bryce Campbell was there, too. He must’ve come in when she was with the girls. He was watching the fire department with an almost wistful look on his face. Boys. They never got over the thrill of their first shiny red truck.

      Well, no time like the present.

      “Hey, Bryce,” she said, ambling over.

      “Hi, Colleen.” He looked at her and smiled, and yes, Paulie had a point. Bryce was cute. That wasn’t news, but still.

      “How’s your dad?” Smiling Joe Campbell was one of Colleen’s favorite patrons, though he hadn’t been in much in the past year.

      “He’s great!” Bryce flashed another look at the MVFD, who were now filing out the door, laughing.

      “You should join the fire department,” she said.

      “Yeah. I doubt my mom would approve of that. I might get hurt.”

      “You probably wouldn’t, though. Their safety record is stellar, even if they are a bunch of goofballs.” She took his empty glass and wiped the counter in front of him. “So, Bryce, you seeing anyone these days?”

      He raised a friendly eyebrow. “You asking?”

      “No.”

      “Right.” He gave a mock grimace. “Nope, no one special. I wouldn’t mind having a girlfriend, though.”

      This was going to be easier than she thought. “Really? What’s your type?”

      “Aside