“I know. And I will.”
“Let me know if I can help with anything.”
“I will. Thanks, Landon.”
Rita approached our table and winked at Landon. “You ready to order, gorgeous?”
“I’ll have the daily special and a Coke,” Landon ordered.
I rolled my eyes at his flirting. “The steak sandwich and a lemonade please.”
“Coming right up.”
Landon watched Rita walk away, and I slapped the side of his head. “Stop it. I’m right here.”
“But we don’t like each other that way. What would you care?”
I shook my head at him but didn’t respond. Because really, what did I care?
The food arrived quickly, quicker than usual, and I suspected Rita rushed the order thanks to Mr. Flirtatious. He had a gift, one that came in handy as it turned out.
Landon was great when it came to brainstorming ideas. He never beat around the bush and told me what he thought straight up. Our lunch was cut short when he got a call and had to get back to the garage.
We said goodbye outside the diner, and I rushed back to work. I had meetings to screw up and a party to organize. And hopefully I would find a good lawyer soon or I was in trouble.
