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“You didn’t answer my question.”
“If you’re asking me if Roxy and I dated, the answer is no. She was engaged at the time.”
“But not married now?” she asked. She figured it was a good guess considering Roxy was alone and Grace hadn’t noticed a wedding ring on the pilot’s left hand.
“No,” he said. “They called the wedding off last year.”
“So you’ve kept in touch since you’ve been out of the service,” she said. Lincoln had been here for a few years now.
“Not like you think,” he said. “I had her number and reached out when Egan was struggling to find someone. That is when she told me they never got married. She was looking for a change and said it came at the right time. You know, like one of those fate things.”
“Yeah,” she said drily. “Fate.”
He laughed. “Stop,” he said. “We are friends and nothing more. She’s never gotten my blood pumping like you. That should mean something.”
“It does,” she said. That statement helped somewhat.
She’d never thought she was a jealous person before and didn’t know where this was even coming from.
“Good,” he said, kissing her on the lips. “What do you have on under this dress?”
“You have to wait to find out,” she said.
“I don’t even get a hint?”
“There isn’t much at all,” she said and moved out of his arms when the song ended, going back to her table for her drink.
“How come you left Lincoln alone?” her mother asked.
“I didn’t. I mean I just came for my drink. I thought he was behind me.”
She turned and didn’t see Lincoln, then located him at the bar with Griffin.
“It looked to me like you were frowning while you were dancing,” her mother said.
“Melanie, leave Grace alone,” his father said.
“It’s nothing,” she said. “I’m not sure what you saw.”
She’d have to do better with her facial expressions too.
When she was younger she’d had that problem. People just annoyed her too easily. Probably years of not knowing who was being truthful and who wasn’t.
She shouldn’t and wouldn’t lump Lincoln into that.
He hadn’t lied to her once. She had no reason to doubt anything with him.
Just because she found something out she hadn’t known didn’t mean anything.
“We’d like to have Lincoln over for dinner sometime,” her mother said.
“That isn’t going to be easy,” she said. “We work weekends when you’re off. You live in Boston and us on the island.”
“I don’t like to invite myself to your house and have you cook,” her mother said.
“But I like to do it. If you and Dad can come on a Monday or Tuesday, that will work. Otherwise, it’s going to take some flexing of schedules. The summer is both of our busy times.”
Her mother sighed. “Aren’t you taking a week off this summer?”
