I feel like I should be holding popcorn while I watch this little rom-com unfold.
When he turns around, I give the thumbs up.
Nice ass. A kind voice. Beautiful dimples.
He seems comfortable in his own skin.
Could do a lot worse.
And they’ve worked together for a few years I think.
God, that’s so much better than the bottom of the barrel options on dating apps.
Time to give him a nudge.
He needs to tell this boy how he feels.
“So,” I ask casually, “How’s Caloundra treating you two?”
They nod politely, but avoid looking at me.
For someone who’s known me for more than a decade, he’s being super formal.
“Good thanks,” he replies, clearly on his best behaviour after that hug.
I hold in a laugh.
He’s so hopeless at telling someone he likes them.
Perhaps I should spell it out in vegetables on the counter:
Kiss him, you idiot.
A mouth watering aroma drifts from the oven as it’s opened.
I reach for one of the tasting spoons.
They don’t even look up.
“Has this guy made you breakfast yet? He’s a magician with food.”
Porter glares at me, giving a warning look far sharper than the knife he’s holding.
Deacon's mouth twists into a smile even though he’s trying his best to hide it.
Interesting. Maybe that’s a yes?
I love to watch love unfold.
It’s fun to watch people flirt with each other.
Sadly, it hasn’t happened for me in many years.
Probably never will.
I’ve had my heart broken at least twice already.
Last thing I need is a man in my life.
