one of her supervisors at her last job on her “behalf.” As an assistant special events planner at a museum she hadn’t been very high up the ladder and that was fine with her. She’d liked getting the entry level job based on her own qualifications and merits. After a stupid conversation at Sunday brunch when she’d simply been venting about some issues she was having with one of her coworkers her father had taken it upon himself to interfere. She’d been livid when her boss had called her into her office and told her what happened. In college he’d made a stink to the dean one semester when she didn’t get the schedule she wanted and while that had been annoying, interfering with her job was way too much. It had been beyond embarrassing. He owned half the real estate in Savannah—including the museum she’d worked at—and he’d felt it was his right to butt into her life any way he saw fit.
Maybe moving to a small town to bartend wasn’t the best way to deal with him but it was the only way she’d known how to escape without going too far away. It had been easier than she thought to put in notice at the museum. She’d loved working there but it wasn’t what she wanted to do forever. Hell, she still had no clue what she wanted. Certainly not work at a restaurant forever but this was as good a place as any to figure it out.
She glanced up when Carolyn nudged her. A moment of panic seized her. Had she missed something important? Was everyone expecting a response from her?
Relief coursed through her that no one was looking at her and Toby was simply talking. “…And Carolyn is no longer going to be bartending. For those of you who don’t know, she just graduated so she’s going to be taking over the accounting for Mad Dog’s. Which leads me to an important announcement. Adam will be working behind the bar with Izzy for the next two weeks, but I will be looking for a permanent replacement. I don’t think any of you know, but Adam will be moving back home in two weeks. A few of you have voiced interest in bartending so see me after the meeting…”
She knew Toby was still speaking, but everything around her funneled out. Next to her Adam shifted in his seat. She could feel his gaze on her, but she avoided making eye contact as she built a pyramid out of sugar packets.
He was leaving? It shouldn’t matter that he hadn’t told her, but for some reason she felt almost betrayed. Totally irrational, she knew that. Still, she’d assumed he’d felt something for her. Maybe she’d read him wrong. Certainly wouldn’t be the first time she’d been wrong about a guy.
As soon as the meeting was over, Adam turned to her. “Listen, Izzy—”
“Do you mind if I walk Carolyn to her car before we leave?” Sure, she was annoyed with him, but her friend was pregnant. Pregnant! That took precedence over anything he had to say.
His jaw clenched, but he nodded. “Sure.”
Izzy nearly forgot to breathe as she and Carolyn maneuvered through everyone. A blast of warm air hit them as they stepped outside. “Oh my God! When did you find out?” The words were out of her mouth as soon as the heavy glass door shut behind them.
Carolyn grabbed her hand and tugged her along the sidewalk. It’s not as if anyone could hear them inside, but she obviously wasn’t taking any chances. Once they were a few yards away and close to the edge of the one-story building, her friend dropped her hand and wrapped her arms around herself. “I guess you want to know who the father is, huh?”
“Toby?” The word popped out.
She gasped. “How did you know?”
Izzy rolled her eyes. “Come on. I’m not blind.”
“Do you think anyone else knows?” She placed a hand over her still flat stomach.
Izzy shook her head. “I doubt it. I only know because I know you.”
Carolyn sighed heavily. “Thank God. I actually have a doctor’s appointment I need to get to so I can’t stay and talk, but I promise I’ll fill you in on