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He nodded at my phone. “What do they say?”
I set my drink down and picked up my cell. “‘Ask him if you can touch his guitar.’”
He shook his head. “That’s not too bad.”
“‘Guitar’ is in quotes.”
His howl of laughter turned heads at the other tables.
“She wants to know if you smell like pine cones and flannel.” I tilted my head toward him. “Do you see what I have to put up with?”
He beamed. “When do I get to meet her?”
“Hopefully never. She’ll interrogate you the whole time. Then Josh will get you alone on the premise that he needs help grilling or something and he’ll make threats about what he’ll do to you if you hurt me. You’re better off never meeting either of them, trust me.”
He laughed. “I can’t wait. Just let me know when. But it can’t be this weekend, though, I’m going for a short visit to Minnesota on Friday.”
“Oh.” My face fell a little. “You just got here.”
“Are you gonna miss me?” His eyes sparkled.
I held in my smile. “Who’s watching Tucker while you’re gone?”
“I was going to take him with me—unless my dog-sitter’s available.” He grinned. “But he’s coming with me on tour, though.”
I scrunched my forehead. “You have a tour? When is that?”
“June first. Four months, fifty cities.”
He was leaving in three weeks? For four months? Well, that sucked.
“Will you come visit me when I’m on the road?” he asked.
“Right now, I’m just trying to make it through this meal without hyperventilating.”
* * *
“Now, on to our next adventure,” Jason said after dinner, starting the engine of his truck.
“Where’s that?” I asked, rolling down my window.
“Home Depot.”
“Home Depot? For what?”
“For parts to fix your sink,” he said, backing out of the parking space.
I shook my head. “No. Definitely no.”
“No?” He glanced at me.
“No. I can’t let you fix my sink. That’s…just no.”
He smiled over the steering wheel. “You’d rather let a stranger do it? You, who wouldn’t even tell me where you lived until your kitchen was an inch deep in water?” He gave me a comical wide-eyed look and then turned back to the road with a grin.
I narrowed my eyes.
“Also, bonus, if you let me do it, Tucker stays over longer.” He smirked, knowing he had me.
