Chapter Six
“I’m having lunchwith a friend of mine today,” Jedidiah told Trevor a few days after the tornado warning. The two tornadoes, one on either side of Whiskey River, had swept through the area but luckily hadn’t done much damage beyond downed trees and some messed-up fences. “Would you like me to bring something back for you?”
He looked up briefly. “What?”
He was in front of the computer—his desktop monitor—so he wore his glasses. His gaze was unfocused. She knew he was off in his own world somewhere, with code and Lord knows what else swirling in his mind. His glasses made him look studious. And cute. Honestly, he was more handsome than cute, but in the glasses, he looked kind of…hot. And what was she doing thinking about him that way? Again. He was her boss, not some guy she was considering dating.
“I’m meeting Angel Chandler at Jalisco’s for lunch. Want me to bring you something back?”
His gaze was already back on his screen. “No, thanks. I’ll just eat a peanut butter sandwich here.”
“You don’t have any peanut butter. Or bread either, for that matter.”
That got his attention. He turned away from the computer and put his glasses on the top of his head to look at her. “What happened to my bread?”
“It was gross. I threw it out. You need to grocery shop, Trevor.”
“Damn it.” He sent her a calculating glance. “I don’t suppose you’d consider—”
“Don’t even think it. You hired me to be your assistant, to help you with your work. Not to grocery shop and run errands.”
That didn’t appear to faze him. “You’re a very good assistant.”
Damn right she was. Once she’d gotten the office in order, she’d started writing code and discussing future possible apps. “I know.”
“Yes, but you’d be even better if you’d consider doing me an occasional favor.”
“I’m not grocery shopping for you. That’s something you ask a wife or a girlfriend, not an assistant.”
“But I don’t have a wife or a girlfriend.”
That poor-pitiful-me tone was not working on her. “Then I suggest you either get one or do your own grocery shopping. I know you can do it. A few days ago before the tornado you had a lot of food.”
“Yes, but I ate it.”
“Life is tough.”
“You’re a hard woman, Jedidiah.”
“It’s part of my charm. But just to show you how nice I am, I’ll bring you food back from Jalisco’s.”
He sighed. “I’ll have to take what I can get. Beef enchiladas, please. The special.”
Too bad Whiskey River didn’t have a food and grocery delivery service like they had in the bigger cities. Lucy’s Pizza delivered but it was the only place that did. She wondered if their local grocery had thought about that, or at least being able to order online and pick up your order. If they did, she didn’t know about it.
She was still pondering the problem when she got to Jalisco’s. Angel was already at a table and she waved her over.
“I got you iced tea. Unsweet. Is that okay?”
“Perfect, thanks.”
The restaurant had sold again fairly recently and Mateo Castanera, the new owner, was single and drop-dead good-looking. He was the head of a very large Hispanic family and a number of his relatives worked at the restaurant. Jedidiah suspected Angel had the hots for Mateo since Jalisco’s was her new favorite place to eat and prior to that Jedidiah thought she hadn’t even liked Mexican food. She was sure of it when Mateo stopped by their table and asked how they were. She’d always thought Angel was a hard case but the woman she saw now was anything but. Angel was asking him which special they should get and you’d have thought the two were talking about sex, as flirty as they sounded.
“What the hell was that?” she asked her friend after Mateo left them.
Angel took a minute to switch her gaze to Jedidiah. Yeah, okay, Mateo did have a fine backside. Not to mention the front. Still, this wasn’t like Angel.
“What? We were having a conversation.”
