“Yes,” she says and she’s only a little surprised she knew the name to throw it at her in the first place. Truth is, Dean is one of Caden’s busybodies, ones of those names that gets around in certain circles. Nothing like that of Sam Wilson, of course, half or better of the whole city, locals included, knew that name, and it only took new arrivals a short time to hear it themselves.

But. Still. It’s curious all the same. “You’ve met him, I take it.”

It’s the most natural and average assumption to make. There’s no reason for her to connect the woman at the bar to Dean in any deeper manner than that, at this point.