I sighed. “Fine. I told Mom I wasn’t allowed to come, and she told me it never stopped me before.”
“True.” She gave me a cheeky grin.
I nodded. “So, after Mom met up with some guy named Robert, which I’m still not allowed to ask questions about, but I kid you not, there was a lot of blushing and hand brushing.”
Jane’s eyes widened and gestured for me to keep going.
“Well, I saw Grant…that’s his name, Grant.”
“Ooh la la.” She raised her eyebrows and did a shoulder shimmy. “First name basis.” She gasped. “Wait… Grant, as in Cary Grant!” She set my cup down and ran around the counter, grabbing my hands. “I need more details! Wait, I thought he was a jerk last time? Was he a jerk?”
“He wasn’t last night.” I paused, enjoying the annoyance grow in Jane’s eyes as she waited.
“Ugh!” She threw her head back. “What does that mean? Come on…you’re killing me!” Wait until I told her it was the same guy that she tried to get me to ask out.
I giggled. “Do you want me to talk?”
She furrowed her brows. “Of course I do, but you are taking your sweet time at doing it.”
A ding at the front door sounded, and I turned to face the front counter.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Jane spun me back around to face her and didn’t let go of my shoulders. “They will want to browse, anyway. You talk.”
I rolled my eyes. “Mom made Grant babysit me last night.”
“What?” She tipped her head to the side.
“Well, he wanted to kick me out. I asked Mom if she was ready to leave and she said no, pretended her phone was dead, and said that she needed me to wait for her.” I rolled my eyes.
“Oh please, I’m sure you deserve all the meddling your mother wants to give you right now.” Jane tipped her chin. “But what does that have to do with Muscles, or I guess Grant, babysitting you?”
“He had to stay with me and make sure I wasn’t harassing any of the old guys. Do you know he actually believed I was there to find a date for me?” I shuddered.
Jane snorted. “Okay, so he is forced to hang out with you. Then what?” She put her hands to her mouth, trying to stop herself from interrupting again.
“I don’t know. He felt different last night. We sat in the foyer for about thirty minutes and just talked. He was patient and kind. Not grumpy at all…”
Jane shook her head. “Guys are capable of that, you know.” She pinched her lips and started clapping. “So, do you think you will see him again? Did you get his number?”
I raised my shoulders. “No number. I did tell him where I worked when he mentioned he was lookingfor film reels.”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “Oh, so did he still look like a Greek god?”
“He did not disappoint.” I gave a chef’s kiss to my fingers.
Jane squealed. “Oh my gosh, ahhh! What if he comes here today? Will you ask for his number then?” She attempted to keep her excitement bottled up, which caused her to take quick little steps in place.
“I don’t know. I couldn’t stop smiling all night.” He seemed sweet, but I don’t think I was ready to risk my heart again. Then again, if he asked me out, I wouldn’t be able to say no now.
A low clearing of a throat sound came from the front counter.
“Those are great questions.” A deep familiar voice said from behind me.
My eyes widened.
Oh my gosh, please no…
I looked at Jane’s opened mouth and wide eyes.
