“Linc?”
I lifted my gaze. She stared back at me, her smile growing. “Do you want to take a picture?” she teased.
Without blinking, I lifted my phone and snapped a picture of her. My fast reaction caught her off guard, and the picture captured her startled but amused expression.
“Happy now?”
“Yes.”
She pushed the plate my way. “If you’re going to sit there all afternoon and glower at my customers over the top of your computer, eat some lunch.”
“I’m not glowering, I’m observing. I like watching you in your environment.”
She rolled her eyes. “You glower.”
“Maybe when your male customers stay too long.”
“Whatever, Linc. You’ve had a lot of admiring glances your way as well.”
“I only see you.”
She smiled. “You’re crazy.”
I held up my phone. “Dammit, Sunny, you’re gorgeous,” I muttered. “How can you not see that?”
She blushed, ignoring my words. “Eat your lunch.”
I looked at the sandwich. “No biscuit?”
“Not everything has a biscuit, Linc.”
“It should.”
“We make the bread too.”
I sighed dramatically and gave in. “Fine. I’ll suffer.”
“You’ve eaten six biscuits today. Surely, that is enough.”
“In your opinion. I have ten years to make up for.”
“You haven’t had a biscuit in ten years?”
“No. They reminded me of you. It was too painful. At the place I was at, the food was bland. Nutritious, I was informed, but bland. When I got back, I gorged myself on everything I missed while I was away, but I couldn’t touch biscuits.”
Sadness flashed over her features. I hated to see it—we’d both been sad enough. So, I winked. “Just saying, Sunny-girl. I have a lot of time to make up for. Keep the biscuits coming.”
“No one has called me that in ten years.” She smiled, although her eyes remained sad. “I’m not a girl anymore, Linc.”
I studied her briefly, then wrapped my hand around hers. “You’ll always be the girl I fell in love with, Sunny. You will always be my girl.”
Her breath caught and she stood. “I have to get back to work. Are you planning on occupying a table all day?”
I nodded. “Feel free to add rent to the tab.”
She walked away, peeking over her shoulder. “Bank on it, Webber.”
I liked how my chosen last name sounded coming from her lips. It gave me a thrill and made me smile. I watched her disappear through the kitchen door. Had I said too much? Had hearing the word love frightened her? It flew out of my mouth without conscious thought. Ten years hadn’t changed my feelings for her. No amount of time would. I had met women—amazing, smart, beautiful women over the years, and never once had any of them even interested me beyond a date or two. I tried but they were never her. Now that she was back in my life, they never would be.
Sunny Jenson stole my heart the day she gazed wide-eyed and longingly at my box of crayons, asking in her soft little voice if she could “bowwow” the pretty purple one to color her dragon. I had handed her the box, letting her have any color she wanted. Her smile had been so bright, it eclipsed the sun itself, and since that day, I had lived to see that smile.
That was never going to change.
I knew I was going to have to prove myself to her all over again, but I was determined to do so. I could only hope she was as anxious for that to happen as I was.
A few moments later, the kitchen door opened, giving me a full view of Sunny working at a large table. I heard her tell Shannon to leave it open, which afforded me a clear line of vision to look at her. Every so often, I would lift my eyes to meet hers, and I realized she was checking on me as often as I checked on her.
I thought that, perhaps, I had my answer.I rubbed the back of my neck, massaging at the stiff muscles. Sitting at a table, drinking too much coffee, and hunched over my laptop was not great for my posture—or my shoulders. Still, I was loath to leave—even to go to the hotel I had booked to stay at. My original plans had been to stay only one night, but I had extended my stay at the hotel. It was new, on the outskirts of town, and in no way associated with my father or me. Neutral territory with no memories attached to it. It wasn’t at all like the luxurious places I was used to staying these days, but it was fine. It was small but the room spotless and the bed comfortable. It didn’t help me sleep last night, but I doubted anything would have helped.
I’d contacted my assistant this morning with instructions to go to my place and pack a bag for me. I knew my housekeeper would have done so, but Abby had been with me a long time, and she knew exactly what I would want packed and brought. While she was here, we could also sit and discuss my schedule for the next while, since I hoped I would be here for some time.