Just as the Sheenan brothers are all so different.” McKenna turned back around, faced Taylor. “Speaking of the Sheenans, just how is it that Jane set you up with Troy?”

“I’m not sure. It was all Jane’s doing, not my idea at all.” Taylor glanced up, happy to see the waitress with their drinks. Taylor could use a drink right about now, and that was saying something since she was always careful about drinking. Never have more than two. Now all they needed was some food and things would be perfect.

“Help me understand why Troy needed an arranged date?” McKenna persisted.

“Jane said Troy’s dad was dying and Troy and his girlfriend had just broken up so Jane was making sure Troy had a date for his own ball.”

“Seems odd to me that Jane would set you up with him, when I think she had a thing for Troy.”

“She did,” Taylor agreed. “But apparently now they are just friends.”

“Hmmm.” McKenna touched her finger to the salt rimming her glass. “I’d love to know Troy’s take on all that.”

“He claims it was one-sided. He cares about Jane, but nothing more.”

“I believe it.” McKenna licked the salt from her fingertip. “Jane’s not his type.”

“Why not? She’s really smart and successful and—”

“A little too abrasive.”

“Jane’s not abrasive.”

McKenna gave her a look. “You have to admit that Jane’s a little pushy.”

Taylor shrugged uneasily. “It’s her job to get things done.”

“Fair enough, but she’s not his type. Now you…you could be Troy’s type.”

“No.”

“Troy liked sweet girls, sweet, smart, successful girls. Nice girls who also happen to be very smart.” She lifted her glass, sipped her margarita, green eyes gleaming. “Girls like you.”

Taylor nearly choked on her wine. “He doesn’t like me.”

“He must like you if he’s kissed you.”

“He kissed me as a test. It was to see if we had chemistry.”

“I see. And this is the test you claim you failed?”

“Yes.”

McKenna laughed quietly and then sipped her margarita again. “He’s playing you.”

“He’s not.”

“Troy Sheenan would never kiss you if there wasn’t a little spark. If he felt absolutely no attraction, he wouldn’t even bother with a kiss.” McKenna shook her glass, letting the ice cubes clink. “Where were you when you kissed?”

“Main Street Diner.”

“What?”

“That’s what I mean. It wasn’t a romantic kiss. He leaned across the table and kissed me to see if there were any… sparks.”

“He did this all at Main Street Diner?”

“Yes.”

McKenna grinned. “Good Lord, girl. He’s definitely interested. He would never kiss you, much less take you to a ball if he wasn’t.”

“Remember, Jane arranged the ball part.”

“But I know Troy and he doesn’t do pity dates.” McKenna’s arched brows rose higher. “Troy Sheenan doesn’t have to.”

“Maybe not a pity date, but it’s not a date date. That’s why he kissed me. To make sure we could be friends, and so that’s what we are.”

“But you liked kissing him.”

Taylor blushed. “He knows what he’s doing.”

“You just need confidence.”

“I am confident.”

“Maybe as a librarian, but not as a woman.” McKenna suddenly leaned forward, and reaching out, plucked the glasses from Taylor’s nose.