I cleared my throat. Already?
“It was lucky Paulie wasn’t in, he would’ve been hootin’ and hollerin’ about it. Saying this was Jack’s favorite place to eat in Butler Cove.” She pursed her lips in disapproval. “He’ll get a brass plaque at the bar, you mark my words.”
“Unfortunately, you’re probably right. He got his picture taken with both of them, and made them promise to come back in and sign it so he can put it up behind the bar.” My belly tumbled over with dread. The conversation Jack and I had this afternoon about the pictures of us rattled through my mind. We were going to have to be so careful.
My phone buzzed my butt again. “Sorry, give me a minute,” I said to Brenda and headed to the ladies’ room.
Late Night Visitor: I’m bored. Do you have anything that needs fixing?
Me: Seriously?
Late Night Visitor: Seriously.
Me: It’s weird to be texting again. You don’t have any movie quotes for me?
There was a pause long enough for me to feel guilty about hanging out in the restroom instead of helping Brenda set up.
Late Night Visitor: But good right?
Me: Yes, Good.
I smiled and quickly texted Jazz.
Me: So … I have news.
Then I texted Jack again.
Me: I meant to ask you. I saw the new tattoo on your foot. A sea turtle?
Late Night Visitor: To remind me of you.
Me: Whatever. I’ve already said I’ll date you, you don’t need to lay it on so thick.
Late Night Visitor: Unfortunately, I’m totally serious.
I paused, trying to think of something quick witted to cover my surprise.
Me: I didn’t realize you were in danger of forgetting me so easily that you needed help.
Late Night Visitor: You kill me. I wasn’t. Maybe I just like to torture myself. We’re not talking about this again.
Chuckling, I resisted the urge to reassure him that I was likewise in no danger of forgetting him either. But I resisted. For a split-second I gave into the heady feeling of knowing I had Hollywood’s sexiest man alive never wanting to forget me.
How I made it through the next few hours was beyond me. I kept wanting to haul my phone out and send another text just so I might get one back. I was losing it. The anticipation of seeing Jack later was killing me. Memories of our earlier kisses as well as the moment in the shower that I was now wishing I’d let turn into so much more, were outweighing all of my worries one by one.
The only break we’d taken from making out on his bed all afternoon was when he decided he should shave his stubble. I’d sat on the edge of the bath and watched him in the mirror as he lathered his face and neck and ran the blades over his skin. His eyes flicked to mine repeatedly as he worked, both of us knowing he was only doing it so he could kiss me again without making my skin raw. I didn’t think I’d ever seen a sexier act than shaving in my entire life.
A tremor ran through me at the memory, and I touched my fingers to my still tingly mouth. I needed to focus on work, not Jack.
Luckily, it was a busy evening, and Joey showed up just before eleven as things finally wound down. He knew Jazz was usually here keeping me company, so it was surprising that he came.
Where was Jazz, anyway? She hadn’t texted me back yet.
“Hey, kiddo,” Joey said, slinging his leg over a barstool.
I smiled a goofy smile at him. “Hey. Where did you run off to this morning?”
“Went paddling. Needed to get some Lowcountry air through my head.” He ran a hand through his dark blond hair and pointed at the Stella on draft.
I grabbed a glass and found myself grinning again. “How’s the studying going?”
“Fine.” He looked at me quizzically. “What’s up with you?”
“What do you mean?” I frowned. “Nothing.”
“Right,” he said skeptically as I slid his beer toward him. “Where were you when I got back?”
I sucked on my lower lip. I wasn’t ready to tell Joey yet, but I could hardly lie to him. “I went to see Jack,” I said quietly, making sure we weren’t overheard. The last patrons were leaving and Brenda was showing them out. She flipped the closed sign and headed back to the kitchen.
“I see.” Joey pursed his lips with a slow nod. “So you read his letter then, and whatever he wrote just erased the last seven months of his not giving a shit? Does it not matter what I, or any of your friends who care about you, think?”
“Of course it matters.”
“God, I even hate to ask, because she probably cheered you on,” he snorted derisively, “but what does Jazz have to say about you going to see him?”
“I haven’t told her yet.”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “But you’re going to think long and hard before you get involved with him, I hope. I’m sure it was all very convincing, but you’re going to think this through, right?”
I gritted my teeth in irritation.