He already knows I did. All the guys do since they grilled me about it yesterday when we were all back on shift.
“Yes. I took her to Grant’s.”
“And she got steak.”
“We both did.”
“And she laughed at your jokes.”
“I didn’t tell any jokes.”
Truck sits up, pausing his workout.
“Ehhhhng, ehhhhng, ehhhhng!” He makes a buzzer sound, like I just bombed out on a game show. “Flop number one. Remember, Champ said you need to make her laugh.”
“She laughed. I just didn’t tell jokes.”
“Huh.”
“And when you drove her home?” Weber asks.
“Why are we discussing this?” I ask.
“Mostly boredom,” Truck admits. “But also, curiosity.”
I shake my head. “I walked her up to the porch.”
“And you kissed her goodnight?” Truck asks.
“Not something I’m discussing.” I’ve already told him I don’t kiss and tell.
“So you didn’t kiss her goodnight?” he prods.
I do another set of pull-ups, completely ignoring his interrogation.
“But she did say you could take her out again?” Truck asks.
He knows she did.
“Yes. She said I could take her out again.”
“But then she hasn’t given you an actual date as to when that could happen,” Truck unhelpfully points out. “And she hasn’t called or texted.”
“She’s a single mom with a full-time job.”
Truck nods. “Well, time will tell.”
“Tell what, exactly?” I ask, taking his bait.
“Whether she meant that offer of a second date or not.”
She meant it. At least I think she meant it.
No. She did. She definitely meant it.
“Yeah,” I say. “Time will tell.”
Thankfully, the bell rings through the station.
