Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Bonny
It takes a lot to make me mad, but messing with my friends is a sure way of doing it. Especially when you come to me trying to cheat on them.
"Lolly's sweet and kind and anyone would be thrilled to have her be with them. She can have any man she wants."
"Okay." He says it slowly like maybe I'm the one who has missed something. "I think you may have gotten the wrong idea."
The wrong idea? How could I have gotten the wrong idea about him being a lying, cheating… butthead. He's what happens when you put your cast iron in the dishwasher!
"I'm not interested in your friend… not that she's not a great person, I'm sure."
He's not interested in Lolly?
"I prefer Bonbons over lollypops."
"Oh," my eyes widen at the implications of his words. Does he mean…me? "Um, I… I don't know how to take that."
Best stick with the truth. It's a lot easier to keep up with.
"Go out with me."
"What?" I take a step back… right into one of the cute little tables I was making dressing when he came in.
He matches me step for step, "Now that you know I'm not a douchebag flirting with every woman in here, go out with me."
This has bad written all over it and I try to drag up the hurt I felt when I thought one of my best friends was with him. How much is it going to hurt when he loses interest and moves on to someone new?
"I…um, don't...date." A lightning thought flashes through my mind. "Not that it would be a date."
"Why?"
"Why? Why what?"
"Why don't you date?"
He wants an answer, but the real reason I'm a loser doesn't seem like the right thing to say, "Because…," I look around and spot Candy coming out of the back room, "Because I'm too busy. Much too busy. With the shop opening soon and the…"
"But you have to eat, right?" Is this a trick question? Does he not see the box of doughnuts that have already hit my thighs from last night? "Why not do it with me?"
I can only stare back at him as I try to play catch up. Is he asking me… if I'll go out with him?
"Have lunch with me tomorrow."
Lunch? Lunch isn't really romantic. Maybe he's interested in me for something other than romantic reasons. For all I know he needs someone to babysit. I didn't really see him as a dad but you never know.
"Um, okay, I guess I can." In my head, I've already ran the scenario of him wanting me to watch his kid, or maybe have a play date with Tandy since he's met her and no one who has met Tandy couldn't help but fall in love with her.
"So, I'll come for you tomorrow. Sound good?"
Actually, it sounds kind of like a threat. Or a warning. But instead of saying either of those I just give him a small head shake. When he leaves, he looks back and gives me a toothy grin before finally walking out. I stare at the door even after he's gone. I'm not sure how long I would have kept staring at it but I'm shaken out of the stupor when Candy's shirt brushes my elbow.
She's also staring at the closed door, but her face tells me it's not because he's left her shocked and spacey like I am. The frown kind of gave her disapproval away.
"You think I shouldn't go?"
She looks at me, but the frown isn't there anymore. "I think I'm going to have to ask someone if he's alright or if I need to do something about him."
"Why would you have to ‘do something about him'?" She gives me a look of disbelief. "I'm sure the only reason he wants to go to lunch with me is so he can ask me to do a play date with Tandy or something."
"Sweetheart, I don't think it's Tandy he wants to have a play date with."
"He's not interested in me like that." I give her a rueful smile. "I couldn't keep a guy like Grayson's attention on me for the span of even a lunch thing."
She doesn't look convinced. We go back to work without talking about it for the rest of the day - thank God! I don't know how to explain to them that the man isn't attracted to me like they think he is.
The next morning, I make sure to wear something comfortable that won't make the poor man think I want him. I'm sure he gets that a lot… from everybody. Jeans and a sweater have to be the most unsexy thing to wear. I wore this very outfit when I picked Tandy up from her play date with Charlotte. Totally says I'm here to accept your offer of a play date.
The morning drags by, and I hate to admit I keep looking at the clock and waiting. I probably shouldn't be looking forward to this as much as I am. When he doesn't show at exactly noon, my heart hits the floor. I shouldn't have been so eager to go with him. Candy comes out from the back when he's ten minutes late, but I don't look up from what I'm doing. I don't want to see the look on her face because she's realized he's not coming.
"You alright, Bon?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Sounds completely normal, right?
She opens her mouth to say something when the door swings open and a disheveled Grayson steps inside. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I couldn't get away from Mrs. Guttenberg telling me about her cat."
Mrs. Guttenberg is eighty-six and lives for her cat, Rachel. I can't help but break into a grin thinking about this poor man trying to get away from her telling him about Rachel's spaying or what she hacked up this morning.
"It's alright. She's got me a time or two in the grocery store too, so I completely understand."
"It's not really. No one should keep you waiting." His eyes run over what I'm wearing and suddenly I feel like what I have on isn't as innocent as I first thought. "If she wasn't eighty-six I would have walked right out too, but…she's,"
"Eighty-six." I finish for him. "I think it's sweet. It says a lot about you that you aren't willing to walk away from her or hurt her feelings."
"Really? What exactly does it say?"
The way he is looking at me sends a thrill down my body that I try hard to suppress. He doesn't make it any better by wrapping his hand around mine and pulling me from the store.
"Oh, um, well, it just… it makes you a nice person, and kind. And, um… I just think it's sweet."
He gives me a big smile as we start walking down the sidewalk towards the diner. "Is the diner alright? I wanted to stay close so you wouldn't have to rush to get back."
Considerate too. He's considerate of others and why does that do it for me so bad? I give him a smile and notice he's still holding my hand as we walk. I may have underestimated the strength of my crush on this man. Candy might be right, this lunch thing might not be such a good idea after all.