“Did you ask them?”
She was glad she’d swallowed, or she might have choked.“No, of course not.”
“Then?”
“They’re married,” she reminded him.
He shrugged.“I’m married.”
She blinked.“You are?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”She didn’t know what to do with that information.“Well, that’s not the only reason.”
“What else?”
“They’re working for my aunts.”
“Sticky,” he admitted.“But not insurmountable.Unless you don’t want to mount it.”
She almost smiled at the innuendo.“It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t want to mess anyone up.”
His eyes were soft with understanding.“You have feelings for them.”
She bit her lip.“I think…yeah.”
He put down his fork and reached for his coffee.“Want my advice?”
She guessed it couldn’t hurt.“Sure.”
“You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.”
She stared at him.“That’s it?I’m having a romantic crisis, and you’re quoting Wayne Gretzky at me?”
“I’m quoting Michael Jordan,” he corrected.
She shook her head.“It’s Gretzky.People think it’s Jordan, but he was quoting Gretzky.”
“Really?Huh.Well, regardless of who said it, the point stands.”
“I could’ve quoted Gretzky,” she grumbled, then sighed.“This is so complicated.”
“Complicated doesn’t mean not doable, or not worth it.”He gestured with his coffee.“Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”
That got a smile out of her.“I guess you would.How do you handle it?”
“The complicated?By remembering what’s important.”
“That’s better advice than the Gretzky bit,” she mused.“Thanks.”
“No problem.”He took a last sip of his coffee, then set down the cup and checked his watch.“Speaking of what’s important, I need to head home.”
She glanced at the big black and white clock over the diner counter.They’d been there for over an hour.“Sure, okay.”
