“I appreciate that.”
“I’ll see you around, Owen.”
“Please call if you need anything.”
“Well, that’s a bit of a problem.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t have your number.”
“Is that why you appeared in my back yard unexpectedly?”
“I tried to call you. Chase wouldn’t give me your number, and you’d better believe they don’t give your number out at Hadley’s.”
“Chase wouldn’t give you my number?” Why did that not surprise him? “I’m sorry he was being like that. I’d say I’ll talk to him, but I have a feeling he won’t listen to reason.”
“What do you mean?”
“He told me you were off-limits.”
“I heard about that. And what do you think about it?”
“I think you’re a grown woman who can make her own decisions.”
A smile stretched across Alexis’s face. “That was the right answer. Good job.”
“Good luck to you and your bakery. I hope you understand that I mean that.”
“Thank you. I should get going.”
“Before you go, I still need to get you my number.”
“Oh, right.”
Owen pulled out his phone. “Why don’t you tell me your number, and I’ll send you a text?”
“Sounds good.” Alexis rattled off her number, and Owen sent her a quick message, letting her know who he was.
“There. That’s done now. No more jumping through hoops to get a hold of me.”
“Thank you. You really are a hard guy to get in contact with. If you hadn’t told me where you were living, I would have had to track down your agent online.”
“Nah. You could have left a message for me at the restaurant.”
“Or with Chase.”
“You probably would have had better luck with the restaurant.”
Alexis laughed. “I don’t know why Chase is being such a punk.”
“I get it. I have two little sisters.”
“Does he really think you’re going to break my heart or something?” She looked at him like the prospect was utterly ridiculous.
“Ouch. I can see where you stand on the subject. Duly noted.”
“No, I didn’t mean it that way at all.” Alexis’s face turned bright red. “I just meant . . . It wasn’t possible . . . You know what?” She waved a hand. “Never mind.”