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Jen’s look is priceless by the time I hang up, quizzing her on just how hard this diner ‘work’ is.
I don’t wanna send just anybody if it’s a specialized thing.
“Uhhh… It’s a diner,” Jen smirks, shaking her head. “What did you say to make her agree with that?” she asks as I take a humble little bow for her.
“You heard every word I said,” I remind Jen.
“I may have added a few details about why you need to stay over. Helping out this poor, newly retired oil rig worker sort through his beloved daughter’s things before she moves away,” I add with mock theatrics.
It seems to make Jen laugh but also gives her some ideas of her own.
“You said it waspaidwork, though,” she teases me, and despite me pretending to forget that part, we jokingly negotiate ludicrous terms for her new ‘job’ all the way back to the car.
On a serious note, I eventually tell Jen she really can have whatever she wants, whenever she wants.
But hearing me say it so soon makes it awkward.
Makes it feel like what it is, maybe.
Too soon.
For that kind of talk anyway.
I wish she didn’t have to ask anyone for anything. Because everything I have, everything I am, also belongs to her.
Joining me in the front, on the long bench seat, I know we’re safe from prying eyes now, and neither of us wastes any time in making up for every second we couldn’t touch each other before Abby left.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Jen
I should be jealous. But it’s more amazement than anything else when I see Kane in action on the phone.
With my mom of all people.
I thought his charms only had a magic effect on me, but it looks like Kane can turn it on anytime he likes. Winning people over just by being himself.
Plus, he is serious about getting someone to cover my shifts for me at the diner, which helps my mom and us.
I know better than to overthink it. And Kane makes it super simple for me to forget the whole thing once we’re alone in his car, and he gives me the good morning kiss and cuddles I know he’s wanted to all along.
I’m thrilled Abby is on her way but even more thrilled how everything with Kane and me just seems to be working in our favor.
As if it’s the hand of fate or something that’s guiding us.
But the sensation of Kane’s firm hand guiding itself up under my sweater reminds me that the only magic here is him.
Everything so far is because of Kane, and I can’t help feeling another huge wave of affection for him. Wanting to tell him how much I love him.
Terrified, it might scare him off, though.
We haven’t even done anything yet, and here I want to say the ‘L’ word.
I guess I’m just an incurable romantic at heart, which is weird because I never thought romance would ever be on my radar.
Let alone up my sweater on a Saturday morning.
“I’d better get us home,” he suddenly murmurs with a grin, peeling himself off me so he can drive.
