He gave her a funny look. “Iammy boss. Is everything okay? Are you upset? I mean, about earlier?”
“I’mfine. I thought you got in trouble,” she replied. “What do you meanyou’reyour boss? Are you the manager or something?”
“Sort of. This is my place.”
“What is?”
“The restaurant.”
She stared at him blankly. “You own the restaurant?”
“Yeah.”
“You own the restaurant and you wait tables?”
“Sure do.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “I had a guy call in sick. Also, I like to, I guess.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Oh. So you’re not in trouble about earlier?”
“Nope.”
“Then why did you comp our entire meal?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I felt kind of weird. You know, making your family pay after I … well, you know.”
She grinned at him and crinkled her nose. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Well, that was nice of you.”
He smiled as she swayed slightly and eyeballed the closed door behind him.
“So,” she went on as she stepped closer to him. “Are you going to use my number or what?”
He stepped forward and closed the distance between them, then grasped her hips. “I amdefinitelygoing to use your number.”
She lifted up on her toes. “Are you going to kiss me good-night?”
He smirked and moved his hands to the sides of her face. “I amdefinitelygoing to kiss you good-night.”
* * *
Samantha made her way out of the restaurant and into the backseat of the SUV and sat next to Jenna.
“What took you so long?” Jenna demanded.
“Long line for the ladies’ room.”
Samantha pulled out her phone and shot her a text.
