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“Yes, I did. Here’s your Diet Coke.” I had secretly shaken the can the whole way over from the cooler.
“Why do I not believe you?”
“Why do I not care?”
“Look Frankie, I’m really sorry, can I make it up to you?”
“And how would you do that? By giving me a chance to slave over a hot stove during a heat wave again?”
“I don’t know, flowers, chocolates, a night of pleasure?”
Excuse me? He was hitting on me after he blew me off? Good luck with that, bozo. I wasn’t sure if this counted as being asked out, but if it did I was using my free pass.
“Forget it, you can’t buy me.”
“So sorry, Frankie, really.” He did look sincerely apologetic and he paid for his drink, tipped me and left. I hated unreliable guys.
The next day, a tall guy with short dark hair walked in. He was wearing a white polo shirt, plaid shorts and a golden tan. He was absolutely gorgeous, and even Elaine was struck dumb and could only issue a low throaty growl of admiration.
“Who is he?” I whispered to her.
“No clue. He’s not from around here, for sure. I’d like to sink my teeth into that though. Yummy, yum, yum.”
“Hi there,” I said, coming up to the counter. “What can I get you?”
He smiled at me, his teeth were white, even, and perfect. “I’m actually looking for Frances, is she working today?”
I had a quick intake of breath and then recovered. “I’m Frances,” I squeaked.
His smile got even bigger. “Oh Frances, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Liam Fitzgerald, I think you know my grandmother, Stella Fitzgerald.”
I owed Mrs. Fitz a big apology; she had not exaggerated one bit when describing her handsome grandson. And if he was as successful as she said, there was probably a Bentley outside the café with his personalized plates on it. “Oh, Mrs. Fitz, of course. A lovely lady.”
“Yes, we all think so, but we’re probably a little prejudiced.” His chuckle was low and infectious and I found myself laughing along like an idiot. He stopped laughing and leaned his hands on the counter. I could smell a faint whiff of expensive cologne and I felt hot all over.
“Frances, I wanted to say thank you so much for those cupcakes you gave my grandmother. We were all a bit neglectful around her birthday, and when I went to visit her today, she told me all about what happened, and I think she was quite delighted. I actually got to eat one of the cupcakes and you are very talented.” He paused to look admiringly at me, and I found myself blushing faintly. “In any case, we are having a party for her this weekend, and my grandmother was hoping that you would be able to attend as well.”
“This weekend, well… which day? I might be working.”
“Saturday afternoon.”
“Oh dear, Saturday, I think I am working,” I turned to look at the schedule.
“No you’re not!” Elaine’s voice was a lot closer than I expected, she was right behind me, wiping her hands on her apron and smiling up at Liam. “Nikki traded shifts with you, remember?”
“She did?” Elaine kicked me in the ankle. “Oh yeah, she did.”
“Great! Well, it’s at my uncle’s place near Picton. Would you like me to pick you up when I pick up my grandmother?”
“Um, okay.” I didn’t have a car, so I didn’t know how else I would get there. Where the heck was Picton anyway?
He pulled out his BlackBerry and got me to put my address and cell number in it, and then handed me a business card. “If anything comes up and you need to get a hold of me, my number’s on here. Otherwise, I’ll pick you up between 1:00 and 1:30 on Saturday. It’s very casual, but bring a bathing suit as Uncle Brendan has a pool.” He gave me a warm look as if he was actually interested in seeing me in a bathing suit. I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing him in a bathing suit.
“Bye Frances, see you Saturday,” he turned to look back at me, and held the door open for the next customer.
“Yes, I did. Here’s your Diet Coke.” I had secretly shaken the can the whole way over from the cooler.
“Why do I not believe you?”
“Why do I not care?”
“Look Frankie, I’m really sorry, can I make it up to you?”
“And how would you do that? By giving me a chance to slave over a hot stove during a heat wave again?”
“I don’t know, flowers, chocolates, a night of pleasure?”
Excuse me? He was hitting on me after he blew me off? Good luck with that, bozo. I wasn’t sure if this counted as being asked out, but if it did I was using my free pass.
“Forget it, you can’t buy me.”
“So sorry, Frankie, really.” He did look sincerely apologetic and he paid for his drink, tipped me and left. I hated unreliable guys.
The next day, a tall guy with short dark hair walked in. He was wearing a white polo shirt, plaid shorts and a golden tan. He was absolutely gorgeous, and even Elaine was struck dumb and could only issue a low throaty growl of admiration.
“Who is he?” I whispered to her.
“No clue. He’s not from around here, for sure. I’d like to sink my teeth into that though. Yummy, yum, yum.”
“Hi there,” I said, coming up to the counter. “What can I get you?”
He smiled at me, his teeth were white, even, and perfect. “I’m actually looking for Frances, is she working today?”
I had a quick intake of breath and then recovered. “I’m Frances,” I squeaked.
His smile got even bigger. “Oh Frances, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Liam Fitzgerald, I think you know my grandmother, Stella Fitzgerald.”
I owed Mrs. Fitz a big apology; she had not exaggerated one bit when describing her handsome grandson. And if he was as successful as she said, there was probably a Bentley outside the café with his personalized plates on it. “Oh, Mrs. Fitz, of course. A lovely lady.”
“Yes, we all think so, but we’re probably a little prejudiced.” His chuckle was low and infectious and I found myself laughing along like an idiot. He stopped laughing and leaned his hands on the counter. I could smell a faint whiff of expensive cologne and I felt hot all over.
“Frances, I wanted to say thank you so much for those cupcakes you gave my grandmother. We were all a bit neglectful around her birthday, and when I went to visit her today, she told me all about what happened, and I think she was quite delighted. I actually got to eat one of the cupcakes and you are very talented.” He paused to look admiringly at me, and I found myself blushing faintly. “In any case, we are having a party for her this weekend, and my grandmother was hoping that you would be able to attend as well.”
“This weekend, well… which day? I might be working.”
“Saturday afternoon.”
“Oh dear, Saturday, I think I am working,” I turned to look at the schedule.
“No you’re not!” Elaine’s voice was a lot closer than I expected, she was right behind me, wiping her hands on her apron and smiling up at Liam. “Nikki traded shifts with you, remember?”
“She did?” Elaine kicked me in the ankle. “Oh yeah, she did.”
“Great! Well, it’s at my uncle’s place near Picton. Would you like me to pick you up when I pick up my grandmother?”
“Um, okay.” I didn’t have a car, so I didn’t know how else I would get there. Where the heck was Picton anyway?
He pulled out his BlackBerry and got me to put my address and cell number in it, and then handed me a business card. “If anything comes up and you need to get a hold of me, my number’s on here. Otherwise, I’ll pick you up between 1:00 and 1:30 on Saturday. It’s very casual, but bring a bathing suit as Uncle Brendan has a pool.” He gave me a warm look as if he was actually interested in seeing me in a bathing suit. I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing him in a bathing suit.
“Bye Frances, see you Saturday,” he turned to look back at me, and held the door open for the next customer.
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