“What do you know about grand gestures?Who are you trying to romance?”
“No one!We’re talking about you,” he reminds me, and I smirk.
I see the way that his eyes look around the diner for a certain brunette.
“Ruby isn’t working today,” I inform him, and his eyes snap back to mine.
“Okay?”He asks, pretending that he wasn’t just looking for her.
“Maybe we should be talking about your love life instead,” I say as Ford brings over our food.
“Why?You got a girl, Ransom?”He asks, taking a seat next to me.
“I’m going to stop coming here if I just get interrogated all of the time,” he threatens.
“Seems too defensive for the answer to be no to that question,” I say to Ford, and he nods.
“Who is she?”He asks.
“Yeah, do we know her?”I add with a grin.
I don’t know how Ford hasn’t noticed that Ransom has eyes for one of his waitresses, but I’m not going to tell him.It doesn’t seem like my place.
Ransom glares at us as he takes a big bite of his burger.
“How’s work going?”Ransom asks me, and part of me wants to keep questioning him about his own love interest, but I relent and let him change the subject.
“It’s going good.It’s been busy,” I tell them.
I took over the mechanic shop from our dad.He just retired a few months ago, and now the shop is all mine.
Ford was the chef in our family, but I’ve always been good with cars or anything with an engine.They make sense to me.There’s always a reason for every problem, unlike with people.
“My bike has been acting up.I was hoping to bring it by later today,” Ransom says, and I nod.
“Of course.”
A group of tourists pours into the diner, and Ford stands.
“I’ve got to get back to work.I’ll see you guys later.Are you going over to Dad’s place today?”He asks me, and I nod.
“Yeah, right after this,” I confirm.
“I’ll make a to-go bag for him.Tell him I said hi and that I’ll be by on Sunday.”
“Will do.”
He waves and heads back behind the counter, and Ransom and I finish off our lunch and get ready to go our separate ways.
“I’ll come by in a bit,” Ransom says as he climbs into his old truck.
It’s weird seeing him in it.Usually, the guy is always on his motorcycle.Even when it’s freezing out, he still prefers to ride his bike.
“Okay, give me a call if I’m not there when you drop it off.”
“I will.”
He waves, and we head off in opposite directions.My dad still lives in our childhood home in the northern part of town, and I head that way.I pull into his driveway a few minutes later, and my eyes still slide over to the house next door.
