For the dozenth time in the last hour, an image of Wyatt Jennings flittered into her mind. Those dark eyes, so serious and observant. Did he make everyone feel like an ant under a microscope? She tried to tell herself it had been an unpleasant sensation, but that wasn’t entirely true. Otherwise Grace wouldn’t be anticipating their next meeting, now would she?
“That’s interesting,” Molly said. “What brought him to the area?”
“He didn’t really say.” But judging by his well-used duffel, the tennis shoes, and yes, the physique, she guessed his idea of R & R included a lot of exercise.
Molly was staring at her, head tilted in that knowing way.
“What?” Grace asked.
“How old is he? Is he married? Single?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask.”
Molly gave a smug grin. “So, young and single.”
Grace gave her a wry look.
“That blush told me everything I needed to know.”
“I’m not blushing.” Grace ignored the heat flaring in her cheeks as she grabbed another starched napkin and started folding. What had gotten into her? And who was this man who’d had such a ridiculous effect on her?
“A blushanda vehement denial.” Molly was studying her face. “Very interesting. I gotta get a load of this guy. I’ve never seen you react like this to someone you’ve barely met.”
“I’ve had boyfriends,” Grace said a titch defensively. She was twenty-one after all.
“I’m not saying you haven’t. I’m just saying no one’s really swept you off your feet yet.”
“My feet are firmly on the ground and will remain so. There’s only room for one romantic in the family, and that spot’s already taken. And now Levi has joined the ranks of the happily-ever-after crowd, and that’s fine. But leave me alone. I’m happily single, and I want to focus on getting my business off the ground.”
“So what’s he look like?”
“Did you hear a word I just said?”
“What’s his name? You have to know that at least.”
“Wyatt Jennings.”
“No wedding band? Or telltale white line around the ring finger?”
Grace spared her a glance.
“What? That’s important information.”
“I don’t think so,” Grace finally said. “Not that it matters.”
“What’s he like?”
“We exchanged all of fifty words, Molly.” And about forty-nine of those had been hers.
“Well, your first impressions then. Come on, dish. We never get to talk boys.” Molly’s intense look told Grace she wasn’t letting this go.
“Fine. I don’t know. He was quiet.”
“Ooh, the strong, silent type. Did he ask any questions about the area? That can tell you a lot about a person.”
“He asked about using the gym.”
Molly waggled her brows. “So he’s fit then?”
