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“The look on your face did. I have the feeling I’m not about to like whatever you’re about to say.”
“The part we need is on hold. It’s gonna take a few days for it to come in.” He filled me in.
“Oh my God.” I groaned as I threw my head back to combat the tears that immediately sprang to my eyes.
“It’s fine. Just keep working here until we get it,” he advised.
“I can’t keep imposing on you and taking up half your parking lot with my customers.”
“My customers seem to love having you here. So do I.”
“Yeah, I guess it’s not so bad getting all the hot chocolate and cinnamon rolls you want.”
“Plus, I get to look at a hot chocolate beauty all day. I’m winning all the way around.”
That shouldn’t have made me blush, but for some reason, it did. “Oh wow.”
“Seriously though, I’m sorry. I promised that I would have you taken care of by tonight.”
“It’s not your fault. When will it be here?” I asked.
“By the end of the week. You’re good here until then.”
“You sure it’s OK for me to stay here?”
“Absolutely. It would be even better if you let me take you out,” he proposed.
My brows shot up to my hairline. “You were serious about that?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I have been serious about taking you out?”
“You do know I have a seven-month-old son,” I reminded him.
“And I have an eight-year-old son and an eighteen-year-old daughter who just started college. I figured we could discuss that when we took the boys out for mini golf and pizza.”
“I don’t think anyone has ever tried to include my sons in on our plans.”
“I didn’t want to give you the chance to say you don’t have a sitter. That way I don’t have to find one either. It’s just me and Vick most of the time. It’ll be good to have someone for him to interact with besides his grumpy old dad.”
“When did you want to do it?”
“Tomorrow night?”
“Sure.” I sighed.
“It’s not a marriage proposal, Shiloh. It’s not even a date, I don’t think.”
“I said OK. You don’t have to keep trying to sell it.”
“Oh, right. Well good. Do you need anything before you go?”
“No. I was just about to lock up and go pick up my son from day care.”
“Make sure you get something to eat. Don’t make me have to come feed you.”
“I am going straight home to make something,” I told him.
“OK, good. See you tomorrow, beautiful.”
