She looked up at me with watery bluebell eyes. “Yeah. I’m just used to having fun with a guy, and then we go our separate ways after a few weeks. This love stuff is a lot.”
“See, I knew we were the better hookup.”
She laughed. “I don’t want to sound rude, but you’re exactly the sort of guy I usually go for.”
“All good, Blondie. We would’ve had a nice bounce, but we wouldn’t stick. Would have been a helluva ride though.”
“Thanks, I think.”
I raked my fingers through my long hair. “It was a compliment. Okay, so now you got me here. What are you going to do about the sad sack upstairs?”
“I need a big gesture. A Lucky-sized one.”
Jodi came over to the table with a coffee for me and a large to-go cup with a teabag tag fluttering along the side for Luna. “Here you go, guys.” She blushed as our hands touched. I gave her a reassuring smile, and she brightened before letting out a high-pitched laugh. “Right. Let me know if you need anything else.”
Luna took the top off her cup and blew on it. She waited until Jodi walked off then leaned forward. “You’ve got girls waiting in the wings everywhere.”
I shook my head. “Nope. I’m not ruining my coffee.”
She gave me a quizzical look.
“Another time.”
“Right. Okay, so I don’t really want to wait and find a skywriter to tell Caleb I love him. I was thinking something a little more Pretty Woman. But I don’t have access to a limo with a sunroof.”
“Oh, yeah. ‘She saved him right back’, right?”
Luna laughed. “You got the reference.”
I shrugged. “I have a thing for redheads.” I cleared my throat. “Anyway. I know a guy who moonlights as an Uber driver, but no one with a limo.” I tapped my long finger on the edge of the mug. “Not sure a beater Honda Civic will have the same punch.”
“Definitely not.”
I glanced out the window and twisted in my seat as a vintage Ford truck made a turn onto Main Street. It was cherry red with flames along the hood and foot-rails. “Dare.”
“What about Dare?” She frowned. “The car guy?”
I rose. “Yes. They do customs. They gotta have a badass car we can borrow. I mean, the apartments are right upstairs. We don’t even need to take it off the property. It’s the weekend so the street is busy, but I can take care of that.”
I had orange cones in my work truck. I could totally block everything off. Fuck, this was such a moment for my TikTok channel. Romance with all the trimmings. I could see it all in my head.
My views would go through the roof.
“You can?” She slid off her stool. “I’m afraid of that look in your eyes.”
“Nah. We’re just going to do it up really good for my dude.”
“Well.”
“Well?” I scooped up my hair and pulled my elastic around it to get it out of my way.
“Never mind.”
“You correcting my grammar, Blondie?”
> “Caleb must be rubbing off on me.”
“Obviously, since you’ve got a bun in the oven.”