I glanced up and was happy to see him look nervous. He always seemed so collected. “Well…” I drew the word out, and Grant looked at the ceiling. “I thought about Mr. Hanen, but I’m not sure I can get over the feet thing.” I tapped a finger to my chin in thought.
Grant shook his head, chuckled, and took a step closer to me.
Please say I don’t have coffee breath.
“In that case, do you want to go to dinner tonight?”
This suddenly felt less playful, “Um, well…”
He looked at me, and I couldn’t look away. He didn’t push, just waited for my answer.
Of all the guys that could have asked me next. Why him?
Grant was gorgeous and seemed kind and caring. It would be all the worse when he decided he didn’t like me.
“Yes!” Jane called from the counter of the store.
I glared in her direction.
“Remember your mom…” she called sweetly.
Why had I told her that?
I took a tight breath. “Um, sure. Dinner sounds great.” I held the breath in my chest. “I’m off at six if tonight works.”
Holy crap! I guess this was happening. So much for the no dating rule. If I had to break it though…Grant seemed a worthy choice. It could be fun while it lasted.
“Six.” Grant smiled, and reached out and grabbed my hand inhis, giving it a light squeeze. “I will be back at six then.” He winked as he threw on his jacket.
I tried to contain my smile, but my body didn’t get the memo. “Sounds great.”
He smiled, nodded at me, and walked past me to the exit.
Jane cheered in the background before the door finished swinging closed.
What would it feel like to have a man like Grant hold me?
“This might be a very bad idea.”
How long would it be until I had to choose between him or being me?
Chapter Nine
I lookedin the bathroom mirror atThe Bees Knees and applied another layer of lip gloss. I really needed Rosie the Riveter energy tonight; hopefully she would help me be brave with that “can do” attitude and not make a fool of myself.
5:45 p.m.
I exhaled slowly.
My phone vibrated. Was it Grant canceling? My stomach did flips and unleashed butterflies, letting me know I wasn’t sure what I wanted. I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket.
It was Mom.
I answered. “Hey, Mom.”
“I talked to Jane.” I could hear Spike meowing in the background.
“Of course you did.” I put her on speaker and set the phone on the counter.
