Bobbie, Buck’s wife, had catered the whole thing, so when they’d advertised that their doors were opening, they’d made mention of her food because it was known to be a huge draw in the area.
They’d also—thanks to Sheila—flooded social media with what they were offering for lessons, including discounted instruction for those brave enough to take the classes in winter, which would include one dive into the ocean. They had their fingers crossed that the challenge would get a few of the area’s more adventurous souls nibbling at their hook.
“Do you think people will actually come in?” Tabitha asked for the umpteenth time.
None of them had dared peek around the paper that had, for the last few weeks, covered the front windows and kept the public eye from seeing their final accomplishments. The glass in the front door had also been blacked out with a curtain, and it would be the first thing removed when the ticking clock struck nine.
Spence was very patient with his wife. “Don’t worry, sweetie. That’s why we scheduled this for a Saturday. So that people would be out and about, looking for someplace to be.”
“And we got lucky with the weather,” Buck added. “Forty and sunny in Maine in early March. That’s what the weather service is predicting for today, and as we well know, clear skies aren’t always a guarantee. But hey,” he told them with his impromptupep talk. “Even if we don’t get any foot traffic, remember, we’ve still got plenty going on.”
“That’s right,” Trask agreed succinctly. He didn’t look worried at all.
Jett wanted nothing more than to go wrap herself around Trask and hug outhernerves, but she and Trask had been keeping their relationship—if you could call it that—under wraps.
Jett wasn’t liking that very much, but Trask had convinced her it would be for the best to play things cool with his family until they decided exactly “what they were”.
His words, not hers.
As far as Jett was concerned, sheknewwhat they were. A couple of people who were crazy for each other, had incredible chemistry, and were on the same page with life, religion, and politics.
What theyhadn’ttalked about, was if their association had what it took to make it in the long run. They hadn’t discussed their personal visions for the future; marriage or kids. Hell, they hadn’t even discussed getting out of the Sothard’s farmhouse any time soon, even though Trask had mentioned that it was a priority for him when they’d first met.
It clearly wasn’t tops on his to-do list now, and Jett was sure he was currently dragging his feet because he wasn’t certain he wanted her imagining she could be his roommate.
Which sucked. For her,andfor the bill she was amassing to keep her belongings in limbo. Though the outflow of money was far down on the totem pole of her disappointment.
Dammit, shelovedbeing in Trask’s bed every night, and she’d like nothing better than to play house with the man in every other way, as well.
But he wasn’t talking about it.
At all.
As a matter of fact, they barely talked about anything personal.
Which gave Jett pause, because…why was he holding parts of himself back?
It sure seemed like Trask was into her as much as she was into him, so what the hell was in his head? Was he…faking it?
If so, he sure was putting on a good show to get easy sex. It would suck if he had no plans at all to move them forward into something more…permanent.
That thought had made her antsy for too long, which was why Jett had set a timetable to bring her concerns to the forefront.
She’d convinced herself to wait until right after the grand opening to broach things with Trask, because she couldn’t stand to let things simmer any longer. As fun as it was being Trask’s secret-squeeze, Jett wanted more. If he couldn’t agree—at least in some fashion that there was something permanent to work toward—she’d have to eventually pack up and leave because…her heart was already getting involved.
Crap!.Who was she kidding? Her heart hadbeeninvolved almost from the start, and…she loved him. It was Trask who hadn’t mentioned a word of how he felt.
Unless they were talking about sex.
He was extremely vocal about that.
Apparently, she was pretty damned good in bed.
But the big question remained. Was she good enough for anything…more?
She’d find out soon enough, because she couldn’t let the question drag on any longer.
“Is everyone ready?” Tabitha asked excitedly as the time neared, snapping Jett out of her head. Tabbi stood by the door, her hand ready to yank down the curtain, turn the sign to open, and click over the lock.
