He shrugged. “She hasn’t reached out.”
“And you can’t reach out to her? You’re so used to women making all the moves.”
“That’s not true.”
Jocelyn was the one who came here on Friday night.
Shit.
But he texted her to tell her his schedule and planned the first date the next day.
“Then text her you know she was here today. Tell her I saw her. She was looking at me as if she was waiting for me to say something. It’s what got me thinking something more was going on. That she knew who I was.”
“She knows,” he said.
Jocelyn knew a lot more than most women did he’d spent time with.
“Do you think her mother does?”
“No clue. It hasn’t come up. She’s not the type to tell her parents everything she does. I’d be surprised if they knew she went on two dates. I’m sure it was nothing more than a coincidence they came to lunch here.”
“So she could see you. See, making that first move, you idiot.”
“Grandma.”
“Don’t give me that tone. I’m right and you hate to admit it.”
“You’re right. I hate to admit it.”
His grandmother laughed. “You can finish your dinner in peace. I’ll leave around five.”
“Good,” he said.
“And you can text Jocelyn now before you get behind the bar. Or better yet, call her.”
“Not happening,” he said. He wasn’t one for talking on the phone.
But the minute his grandmother left, he pulled his phone out trying to phrase a message.
How was your lunch today?
That seemed benign enough.
He went back to eating his dinner, not expecting her to reply that quickly.
Wrong again.
How did you know I was there?she typed.
My grandmother recognized you.
There were bubbles on the screen, then they stopped. Some more popped up again. Stopped a second time.
Good, now she knew how he felt.
His phone rang on the desk, and it was Jocelyn.
He reached over and shut the door with his arm, then answered.
