“I didn’t get them until now, Jenny.” I lean forward, keeping my voice low, while being hella grateful that this two feet of counter space is between us. “You’re being a little . . . excessive. Please stop texting me.”
“I don’t understand why you said that in your text, Josh. We are clearly meant to be together. We should at least try it out. We make a great couple.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that way.” I glance over at the customers, and Jenny’s head flies around to look at them as well. My chest seizes up, but luckily she doesn’t say anything obnoxious. She turns back to me.
“You’re not giving this a chance.”
“How did you know to find me here?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “You told me like five times about your family’s business, idiot.”
I take a deep breath. “See? Name calling like that is one of the reasons I don’t think we should date.”
She flinches. “Are you so much of a pussy that you can’t take a little playful talk?”
Oh geez. My dad will be back any minute now and I don’t want him to see what I’ve gotten myself into. As much as I want to tell her to get the hell out of the store, I take a deep breath. “Look, I’m busy right now. Can we talk later?”
Her lips press into a thin line. “How much later?”
“I work until ten,” I lie. We close at nine, so we’ll be long gone by the time she comes back.
“Fine.” Jenny’s blue eyes meet mine and it sends a chill up my spine. Then she smiles all sweetly. “I’ll see you then, Joshie.”
