Page 94 of Fresh Tracks
I quirk a brow at her. I’ve felt it, that pull, that connection between us. But how would she know it? She must see the question on my face because she continues on her own.
“We all saw that picture of you two in Seattle. The only person who’s ever looked at me that way is your brother. That’s love, babe.”
I grin back at her, accepting that she’s right. I need to tell him how I feel.
A familiar voice from behind me breaks my focus.
“Grace! Oh my gosh!”
I turn to find Kathy, my old boss, standing with a coffee in hand.
“I thought that was you.” She’s smiling and pointing at her head. “Always easy to spot that hair.”
The last time I saw her was my last day at Wasatch Wishes,which was a horrible day. I remember the anger, the sadness, the frustration of the days after that.
Seeing her now, it dawns on me that I don’t feel that way anymore. I’m actually grateful because it was the universe’s own messed up way of putting me exactly where I needed to be.
I gesture for her to come over to our table. “We’ve got an open chair if you want to catch up.”
She comes over but doesn’t sit down. “Oh, I need to get back home to the kids. I just wanted to tell you thank you. Your boyfriend, Mr. Jacob.” She cuts herself off. “I mean Mr. Sorenson. I just can’t believe what he did. He was so sweet and polite when he came to the office today too.”
My heart rate picks up and my mind races. He’s here? He came by their office? I thought he was back in Jackson with Sutton. Why would they be talking? What would they even be talking about?
“Oh, yeah. He’s pretty great.” I nervously laugh to mask my uncertainty.
“Anyway, I need to get going. I’ll give you a call soon though. Seems like we’re going to have plenty to work on.” She starts to leave but stops before reaching the exit, smiling widely. “Please, tell him thank you again.”
I nod. “Will do.”
I wave as she walks out, wondering what just happened.
Clearly I’m not the only one who was bewildered by that. When I turn around, Kayleigh and Lizzy are wearing equally confused expressions.
“What was that about?” Kayleigh asks, tipping her chin toward the door.
“I have no freaking clue,” I say, digging into my pocket for my phone, “but I’m about to find out.”
Me:What did you do?
Hot Boss: You’re going to have to be more specific than that.
Me: You know what I’m talking about…
Hot Boss: Surprise?
Hot Boss: Did I do that right? It’s supposed to be jazz hands.
Me: Ugh. We’ll talk about this and your millennial cringe use of emojis later.
Hot Boss: Or we could talk about it now?
Hot Boss: Maybe over dinner?
My brows raise when I read the text, three dots appearing and disappearing. What does he meannow? He’s supposed to be in Jackson with Sutton.
“Everything OK?” I glance across the table to see Lizzy eyeing me, snickering with Kayleigh.
“Yeah, I think so but-” I stop when my phone vibrates and Tommy’s name scrolls across the screen. I raise a finger to them, standing and facing away from the table toward the back of the café. “Hold on a sec. It’s him.”
