Grae’s face flamed.
I dropped her hand and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “You got room for two?”
“You two? Always.”
Jeanie led us through the maze of patrons toward a booth by the windows overlooking the water. I felt heat on my face and glanced to the side, seeking out the source. Rance sat at a table with two other firefighters, glaring in our direction.
“He looks pissed,” Grae whispered.
I squeezed her shoulder. “Just ignore him. This is what he needs to move on.”
“God, I hope so.”
Something about her words had me stilling. “He still hassling you?”
She shook her head. “Just a couple of texts. He couches it as a friend checking in, but…”
“It doesn’t feel that way.”
Grae nodded, defeat filling her expression.
I bent, pressing my lips to her forehead. “He’ll start to get the picture.” And if he didn’t, I’d have some strong words with the guy.
The screeching of a chair against the floor had me looking up to see Rance shoving back from his table and stalking out of the restaurant.
Grae bit her lip. “I can’t tell if that’s good or bad.”
“I’m going with good. He’ll go from pissed off to moving on in no time.”
We sat at the booth, and Jeanie took our orders. The tourists ignored us, but we were an afternoon show for the locals.
Grae squirmed in her seat as she nervously picked at her club sandwich. “I hate people staring.”
“Ignore them.”
“Easier said than done.”
“Eyes on me, Gigi.”
Her gaze snapped to mine.
“There’s no one here but you and me.”
Grae’s breath hitched, and her attention dropped to my mouth as she swallowed hard.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Just you and me,” she whispered.
“Eat,” I commanded, my voice gruff.
That broke the moment. Whatever lust swirled around us melted away as Grae scowled at me. “Don’t take that tone with me. I’m not some employee you can boss around.”
The corner of my mouth kicked up. “A little role-play might be fun, though…”
Pink hit Grae’s cheeks. “Whatever.”
She looked down at her insulin pump and hit a few buttons.
