“Well, no, but … ”
“Does Will know how you feel about him?”
Even though I’ve never come out and told Sarah that I’m in love with Will, it’s clear that she’s guessed. Who am I kidding? Half the town probably knows. I might as well have Hopelessly In Love With My Best Friend tattooed on my forehead.
“You sound like Travis,” I mutter.
“Speaking of Travis, that man is mighty fine. You should go out with him.” I don’t say anything, but I feel my cheeks go pink, which is all the encouragement Sarah needs. “He likes you, Lucy.”
“How do you know?”
“It’s obvious to anyone with two eyes.”
“He … he sort of kissed me,” I admit.
“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It doesn’t matter, because Travis gave me an ultimatum. I have to sort out my feelings for Will before he’ll kiss me again.”
Sarah smiles knowingly. “Do you want Travis to kiss you again?”
Before I can answer, we’re interrupted by a hard knock on the door. Through the glass pane I see Will standing in front of the café.
Sarah follows my gaze and sighs. “I guess that’s my cue to leave.”
I wave to Will, who opens the unlocked door to come inside. “Hey, Lucy. Sarah,” he says, smiling. When Will smiles, the skin around the corners of his eyes crinkles up adorably. He’s tall with dark hair and blue eyes. He also wears glasses. Think geeky smart, like Clark Kent.
“Hi, Will, gotta run.” Sarah grabs her tote as if to leave, then stops herself. “I should probably pick up in here first,” she says, indicating the tray of muffins she’d brought out for the group.
“No worries. I’ll do it,” I say.
“Thanks. Oh, and Lucy, make sure to put away the leftover muffins in a tight container,” she adds.
“We have an ant problem,” I explain to Will.
“Want me to spray the kitchen?” he asks.
“No!” Sarah and I both say at the same time.
Will raises a brow.
“I bought some ant killer, but after I read the label, I realized it’s pretty toxic. I don’t want Paco anywhere near that stuff. I’ve got a call in to one of those environmentally friendly pesticide companies. They’re sending someone out next week.”
“Thanks again, Lucy.” Sarah spears me with a meaningful look. “And I definitely think you should have that talk with you know who. Like right now. Bye!” She scurries out the door. Traitor.
“What’s that all about?” asks Will.
Luckily, I’m saved from answering by Paco’s enthusiastic barking.
Will squats down to scratch my dog behind the ears. “Hey, boy,” he coos. “Nice to see you too.” He looks up at me. “Want to catch up on some TV?” Which is Will’s way of asking if I want to watch last night’s episode of America’s Most Vicious Criminals, which of course is recorded on my DVR. It’s our favorite show. Every Friday night we get a pizza from Tiny’s and watch it upstairs in my apartment, but I was so exhausted last night, I had to cancel. Will is the only person I know who doesn’t own a television set. He thinks TV rots your brain, but just like me, he’s addicted to the popular crime show.
“I can’t. I need to make some I’m-sorry-I-messed-up muffins for Tara.”
“Sounds like an interesting story.”
I head to the kitchen. “Follow me and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Does this mean you’re going to cook for me?”