Why hadn’t she noticed any of this before? That it really fit Chance’s personality.
Jocelyn looked closer and realized there was a grouping of old Mustangs, different styles, colors and years clustered together.
The same with Corvettes, Chargers and even some foreign cars.
One half-wall toward the bar was all framed firetruck pictures. Very fitting.
She’d been so lost in looking at the man, that she hadn’t seen the surroundings.
This place screamed his life’s work and hobbies.
“I’m Deanna. I’ll be your server today.” Their water glasses were filled. “What can I get you to drink?”
“I’m good with water,” she said.
“I’ll have a ginger ale,” her mother said.
“The specials are on a sheet inside the menu. I’ll get your drink.”
“Thanks,” she said, opening the menu.
She glanced at the specials, several sounded good, and knew she’d go with that.
“Do you know what you want? I hope you aren’t getting a salad.”
“No. I might get the shrimp tacos.”
“They sound good,” her mother said. “The same with the walnut chicken salad wrap.”
Deanna returned with the ginger ale, then they placed their orders, getting what they both said looked good.
“So, what’s really going on? Everything okay?” Jocelyn asked. “I just wanted to make sure there were no issues I had to be aware of. Did you want to talk about work?”
“I want to talk about you,” her mother said. “How are things going in your life? It’s been two years since Victor. You have dated little and I’m not sure why.”
She laughed. “I don’t have to tell you about every date I go on. You know that.”
“Oh. So you are trying?”
“I am,” she said. “Just striking out.”
There was no reason to bring up Chance. Whatever this was between them hadn’t been defined, and she doubted he had any intention of doing so.
She wasn’t so sure she did either for fear of pushing him away.
They had a great time Saturday and yesterday. She hoped to have some more. If their schedules could line up.
“Your father met with Grant today.”
“Yeah.”
“I know you don’t like what they do.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Not at all.”
“Hear me out,” her mother said. “You want what everyone else is getting. Right?”
She shrugged. “That’s always been my goal.”
