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“I’m fine, thanks.” She nodded at Grant and then strode off toward the house gripping her two trays tightly.
Antonio looked at Grant and then Chelsea. He shrugged and raised his hands in the air. “I tried.” He turned around and went back to the terrace.
Grant met Chelsea’s gaze. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked, but he didn’t dare. She was smiling and shaking her head. “Can you believe those two?” she asked.
Grant chuckled. “I’m guessing there’s a history there?”
“No, but you’d think there would be.”
He nodded. “Maybe there will be?”
“Maybe, but Mary Ellen’s adamant that there won’t.”
Grant raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that? From what I’ve seen, women usually like him.”
Chelsea laughed. “Mary Ellen’s not interested in that kind of thing.”
“That kind of thing?”
Chelsea pursed her lips. “She’s not the kind of girl who just hooks up with a guy. She’d rather date someone properly.”
Grant drew in a deep breath. “What about you?”
Chelsea stopped walking and met his gaze. “What about me?”
He swallowed, hard. Was he really going to ask her? “You said you don’t do that kind of thing normally. Would you rather date properly?”
“What are you saying?”
She really was going to make him spell it out. “Would you want to date me? Can we go out sometime?”
She stared at him for a long moment. He almost took it back, almost apologized, made an excuse—anything to put him out of the misery of waiting for her reply. When she finally answered, his patience was rewarded. “I’d like that.”
He couldn’t help the smile that plastered itself across his face.
“But …”
Why did there have to be abut? “But what?”
“We work together.”
“I know, it’s not ideal, but maybe it’ll be easier than trying to keep our distance.”
She nodded. “That has been kind of difficult.”
He smiled, glad that she’d admit she’d been struggling with it, too.
“You saidsometime. Do you think we should wait until you’re finished at Zosca?”
“No!” He really didn’t. He sighed. “At least, I don’t want to. Maybe it would be the sensible option.”
“Hey, Chelsea.”
Grant turned around to see a tall, built guy with gray hair standing behind him. His gray eyes bored into Grant’s. The guy was intense.
“Smoke.” Chelsea smiled. “It’s great to see you. I love that you and Laura came.”
Smoke’s expression softened. “You know she tries to get me here whenever she can. This time it was my idea.” He turned to look at Grant again, all the softness gone from his face.
