Which was wrong of her to think that. She needed to know more than she did.
“How come Gabe doesn’t have to sit in the office with me and learn how I close the month out?”
“Maybe he should. I’ll mention it to him. But he trusts you.”
“And I trust him,” she said. “But I will make the effort.”
“Wonderful. Now for lunch. I’ll come get you around twelve. We can get there early. Shouldn’t be too busy, right? Not this early in the week.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
She’d just have to get a grip if Chance was there. She knew he was working at some point today, but not exactly when. Still, the thought of walking in and seeing him again already had her pulse picking up.
Her mother had eyes on everything and would pick up on it.
Since he got out of work at seven this morning, she didn’t think he’d be at the bar this early. He had to sleep.
Wonder what he slept in? Boxers or nothing at all?
She hoped to find that out soon.
The dance they had going was more than making her warm. Her body was like an inferno when she was within five feet of him.
Which would be tricky around her mother.
She got back to work and debated reaching out and giving him a heads up.
Nah, he was probably sleeping and it was for the best.
Her mother was back in her office a few minutes before twelve with her purse on her shoulder and a massive smile on her face.
“Why are you so happy?”
“I’m happy to be spending time with my daughter. We don’t get that often anymore.”
Jocelyn couldn’t be mad over that.
She grabbed her phone and purse and they left, drove to the pub and parked.
She didn’t see Chance’s Mustang, but he might not have it today either. There were two trucks here, but she had no clue if one was his or not.
They walked to the front, opened the door, and stepped inside. Not that busy yet. Just three tables had people at them.
Chance’s grandmother came forward from where she was talking to someone at a table. It wasn’t as if she could greet the woman since Rhea didn’t know who she was.
“Table for two?”
“Yes, please,” she said.
They sat off to the side of the door but had a good view of the bar. Chance wasn’t behind it.
Dang. It was a slim probability that he’d be.
“Deanna will be your server,” Rhea said, handing them the menus. “She’ll be here in a minute.”
“Thank you,” she said, smiling.
“It smells good in here,” her mother said. “And I love the atmosphere. Kind of modern rustic with old cars on the walls. Movie posters. Oh, the originalTop Gunover there. I loved that.”
