Like every other establishment around Seneca Lake, there was a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking some greenery, the flat blue vastness of the water, and the low sloping hill on the other side. According to Ward, they’d have a great view of the fireworks from Dano’s Heuriger. It was all wood and concrete modern architecture. Pastel chalk listed the menu on a chalkboard wall. This was exactly the kind of place Zane normally loved. But not on this day of all days. He seemed to be the only one who minded. Across from him, Ella and Gray were pawing through the bread basket. Piper sat at one end—as far away from Ward as possible—chatting with Casey. And opposite Zane, Ward was in deep discussion about some special cocktail he wanted the bartender to make with his own Lakeside Distillery-brand vodka. “I don’t understand why we’re here.” “Because everyone’s starving after the race. I promise, it is impossible to walk away from Dano’s still hungry.”
