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CHAPTER 10
It’s been two days since I’ve seen Dean. He’s worked the morning shift with Julie, while I’ve worked the evenings with Jose and Tony. But even with that, I’m more than a little surprised that he’s made no effort to see me. Has he finally given up on me?
When I pulled into work this afternoon, his Jeep was driving away. Part of me wanted to follow him, just to see his face.
Damn it! This is exactly why I don’t like relationships, or anything resembling one. It’s making me crazier than I already was. Instead of being my happy carefree self, now all I can do is wonder what he’s doing. What he’s thinking about? Are we still on for that date he mentioned Sunday, even though technically he didn’t ask? Should I call him about it?
“Damn him!” I bang my hand against the steering wheel.
It’s nine-thirty, and Reese has already gone to bed. While I normally would have been out long ago myself, that man-child’s image won’t leave me be. All I could do was toss and turn and think of him.
After an hour of trying to sleep, I decided to come out to my car and meditate to Metallica. “Orion” comes on, and I close my eyes, envisioning myself playing the guitar along to the music. Now mind you, I’ve never had the gift of song or melody in any fashion, but it doesn’t mean I can’t be a rock star in my head.
When it’s over, I turn off the car to save gas. Which then makes me think of Dean again. Sighing, I run my fingers over the wheel, feeling the little lumps and the smoothness of the vinyl as I go.
He said he worked on classic cars when he was growing up. I wanted to ask more. What kinds of cars? Did he fix a Mustang? What else was he into? But I kept my mouth shut.
The thing is, I’m afraid to ask, because that would mean I’d get to know him. And if I get to know him, my suspicions will be confirmed. I’ll know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s perfect.
But even with that, I want to know. Just a little.
Pulling my phone out, I google him. All that comes up is the same information Liz has already found. He’s a part of a large family of land developers in Florida. The company’s website has a photograph of him with his parents and siblings, five in total. There are small bios on the leaders, but nothing else on him.
Then it occurs to me to look on Facebook. I rarely go on there, only for the occasional Maxx Boot Camp post, but he might. Finding his profile, I am disappointed when all I see are Maxx posts, too.
“Damn it!”
Not a single personal post that would give away something I don’t already know about him.
Frustrated, I throw the phone down. It bounces off the seat and lands on the floor somewhere. It’s getting warm in the car, but I can’t roll the windows down without the risk of being devoured by the Florida mosquito.
The car roars back to life as I turn the key. Just a little longer.
A tap on the window has me climbing the seat and nearly dying of a heart attack.
“Sher, you scared the living daylights out of me!” I tell her after rolling the window down.
“Sorry. I came out to walk Henry and saw you sitting out here like a weirdo.”
“Hey, Heners! How’s my boy?” I rub the German Shepherd behind the ears. “I like sitting out here, you know that. I thought he was supposed to be at Stephen’s this week.” Sheridan shares custody of Henry with her ex-husband.
“Stephen’s dad is in the hospital, so I offered to take him. Besides, I hate sleeping alone.”
An idea suddenly hits me. “Hey, you stalk people online all the time.”
“Uh, no I don’t.”
“Sher, it’s me. You don’t have to pretend.”
Her shoulders slump. “Okay, but only sometimes.”
“Whatever. I want to get more information on Dean.”
“You’re trying to get something on him?” she asks, her interest peaked.
“No, I mean, I want to get to know him.”
“Why don’t you just go out with him and get to know him that way,” she says, suggesting the obvious.
