He moved back to the bar to get her drink. There were two people behind it tonight. It was a lot busier than the last time she was here, but that was on a Friday.
He returned with her drink and set it in front of her. “Did you drive here?”
“I did,” she said. “So not much drinking.”
“I went a little light on it,” he said. “Just in case.”
She laughed and sent him a wink. “Problem with my being here?”
He leaned close. “Fuck no.”
She sent him a seductive laugh. “Good. Are you closing tonight?”
They talked little about his schedule. Not specific, other than if he had to work.
She knew he had been at the firehouse yesterday and had gotten out this morning. Went home and slept, then was working now. He was working tomorrow too. There wasn’t much communication between them other than a text here or there.
In the past that might have bothered her if too much time went by without talking to a guy she was interested in.
With Chance, she understood the reason behind it.
At least that was what she was telling herself and hoped she wasn’t wrong.
“I’ll be here with Cooper,” he said. “Or if it slows down some I can take off early.”
She took a slow sip. “I’ll leave it up to you to decide. Someone wants your attention.”
“Looks like more than one person does,” he said, sending her a sexy smile.
Saw right through it, he did.
She could have stayed home and waited for him to make the next move. She didn’t want to.
Too many times she did those things.
She was trying something different. Something fun.
Something wild, adventurous and completely out of her character.
Where it went, neither of them knew. And maybe neither of them cared.
The way their last conversation ended with her having to run, she knew coming here was their turning point.
Jocelyn had to get her goals and plans out of her head. For now.
It was the second time she had sat at a bar by herself in a few weeks when she hadn’t done it once in her life before.
Twice, someone came over to chat with her. Two different guys.
Chance sent them packing with a sharp look.
“You know,” she said when he brought her a ginger ale with a lime in it. Her second one. She’d stuck to one alcoholic drink. “If you keep scaring all the guys away from me there will be talk and it might get back to you know who.”
“She already knows,” he said.
“So you said,” she said. “But this could be more because your bartender is giving you the eye also.”
“Because I told him I’m taking off in about thirty minutes.”
