“You are. That’s my jacket.”
When she realized he’d saved her seat, the affectionate look she gave him filled him with an unreasonable feeling of joy. The only time he’d felt anything close to that was when he’d seen his sons after years away from them.
He poured her usual glass of ice water and topped it with a slice of lemon. “How’re you feeling?”
“Much better, thank goodness.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“And ready for a couple of days off.”
“What’ve you got planned?”
“I’m seeing Owen, Laura and the kids tomorrow for haircuts.”
“On your day off?”
“That’s fun, not work. I can do yours, too, if you want.”
“That’d be great. Did I tell you I’m talking to Mac McCarthy next week about doing some plumbing for him?”
“No, but that’s wonderful. My sister Julia works for him and says he’s booked two years out.”
“That’s what I hear.” He handed her a printout. “Tonight’s specials. Be right back.” He went to pour another glass of wine for Piper and Niall’s Guinness before returning to take Cindy’s order.
“I’ll do the seafood casserole with a house salad, please.”
“Hold the onions,” he added.
“You know me too well.”
“Not as well as I’d like to.”