Page 36 of Love In Hiding

“You’re making me sound boring.”

“You kind of are. That just proved it.”

“Or I’m very private,” he said. “Did you think of that?”

“I’m sure you are. We are stuck together in this small town for a couple of days. We can sit in the quiet if you want. I’m sure it wouldn’t bother you in the least.”

“It wouldn’t, but it’d rev you up. I’d rather not do that with only four beers to help.”

She bumped her shoulder into his walking on the sidewalk and then wished she hadn’t made that move. It was uncalled for and totally unprofessional.

Something she tried hard not to do when she was working.

Not with anyone.Especiallynot a man.

“Sorry,” she said. “Didn’t mean to do that.”

“I think you did, and it’s fine. I’m not a complete dud. We aren’t working right now. No reason we can’t be ourselves.”

“I think I get on your nerves when I’m myself.”

“You get on my nerves working,” he said. “But I can handle it. Maybe you’re different outside of work.”

She was. But not many saw it.

Nor did too many call her out on getting on their nerves.

“Guess we’ll find out.”

He opened the door to the pub, they moved in and saw it was crowded. Not surprising when it didn’t appear there were many places around without driving.

“Table for two?” the hostess asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“It will only be a minute. They are cleaning off a few tables in the back.”

“That’s fine,” he said and moved back when the door opened for another couple to come in.

They waited less than two minutes and were shown to a booth in the back past the bar, then menus were put down and their water glasses filled.

“I’m getting a lobster roll,” she said, glancing at the special menu.

“I’m surprised after being around the smell all day.”

“It wasn’t pleasant, but I’m not letting it ruin one of my favorite foods. I’m sure this might be one of the best I’ve ever had.”

“I’ll get the same,” he said. “Might as well enjoy some benefits of being here.”

“Hi, I’m Sandy. I’ll be your server today. What can I get you to drink?”

“I’ll take a Chardonnay.”

“Bottle or glass?”

“A glass,” she said. She had a bottle back at the room she was opening. She needed it.

“I’ll have number three on tap,” he said.