do this.”
He cocked his brow. “Do what?”
“I don’t want you to…I don’t know, feel like you have to try really hard? Or worry about me. I know we have to play the part, but—”
“I’m not doing that.” Jace cut her off. “I just wanted lunch and figure we both need to eat.”
Betsy nodded as though that made her feel better. Jace wasn’t sure how he felt about it at all. He didn’t have to worry about her? Was that her way of telling him to stay out of her business?
“Okay. I just wanted to be sure.” But then she smiled at him like everything was normal, which honestly confused the hell out of him more. Which made him decide to try and not think about it at all.
Betsy grabbed her purse. Jace held the door open for her, locking it behind them. They walked to a local diner not far from the office. Usually they would have gone to Lucky’s, but Jace figured they kind of needed time without any of their friends around to get more comfortable pretending they were in love. Plus, that’s what married people did, right? They had lunch together and, hell, he didn’t know, wanted to be alone?
It was quiet when they walked in; only about six or so people sat at various tables.
“This booth okay?” Jace asked.
“Sure,” she replied as she slid against the window in the beige colored seats. Jace took his place across from her.
Before they could speak, the waitress approached the table and handed them their menus, took their drink orders before disappearing again.
“So…” It was ridiculous that he wasn’t sure what to say to her. Being married shouldn’t affect their conversations.
“So?” Betsy repeated. He couldn’t tell if she was teasing him or she wasn’t sure what to say, either. He liked that she was more playful with him recently, though.
“Well, normally I would ask how your weekend went, but being there kind of defeats the purpose.”
Betsy laughed like he’d hoped she would. “The weather’s out too. Seems silly to talk about, since we can both see it through the window.”
“Work?” Jace asked.
“Work is always good.” She scanned the menu instead of looking at him. He didn’t know why it bothered him more than it usually did.
“ That’s good to hear. From what I’ve been told, your boss is a real jerk.” It made him feel good that Betsy liked her job with him. Plus, Jace always took his work very seriously.
Still looking down, she paused as though trying to collect her words before she spoke. Jace shifted, needing to hurry and hear what she had to say.
“Whoever said that must not really know him,” she whispered softly. Her reply twisted his gut—not in a bad way, but in a confusing one. One that made the corners of his mouth want to tip up into a smile.
“B—”
“Are you ready to order?” their waitress asked. He hadn’t realized she’d approached.
Considering he wasn’t sure what he’d planned to say to her anyway, Jace asked Betsy if she was ready. He waited until she ordered before telling the waitress what he wanted himself. The second their waitress left, they had their second interruption.
“If it isn’t Shamrock Falls’s newest lovebirds! How are you two crazy kids doing?” Sidney’s aunt Mae slid into the seat beside Jace. She was quite the character and the life of almost any party.
Jace replied, “We’re good, Mae. How are you?”
She grinned. “Now that you mention it, my back’s been bothering me and Bob Dylan has this strange sort of cough thing—almost sounds like a cat with a hairball, but don’t you let my sweet doggie hear me saying he sounds like a cat. And speaking of sweet, what kind of married couple doesn’t even sit next to each other in a booth? You need me to talk to my man to give you some lessons on how to treat a lady, Jace Macnamara?”
Jace held in his groan and told Aunt Mae no. For the rest of their lunch hour they listened to her talk about “her man,” who Jace had grown up calling Old Man
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