“I don’t believe I caught your name.” Jackson grinned.
“Emily Wade.”
He narrowed his eye as he stared at me. “As in Emily’s Edge?”
“Yes. I’m the owner of the shop.” I smiled.
“Impressive.” His brow raised.
Out of nowhere, a tall, lanky brunette came up and placed her hand on his back.
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
“Looks like you found me,” he spoke with a hint of irritation.
It was my turn at the bar, and I asked the bartender for a glass of Pinot Grigio.
“Make those two glasses and a double scotch,” Jackson spoke behind me.
As soon as the bartender handed me my wine, I held up my glass.
“It was nice to meet you, Jackson.” I walked away and caught up with Evelyn, who was engaged in another conversation.
“That’s the guy who was in the shop that day?” she whispered as she lightly grabbed hold of my arm.
“Yes.”
“Shit, Emily. Katie was right. He is drop-dead gorgeous. What’s he doing here?”
“Obviously, he’s here with his girlfriend.”
“The brunette?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“She’s not that pretty. He could do so much better.”
I rolled my eyes, and we went to table number fifteen and took our seats. So far, we were the only two sitting down. As I was sipping my wine, I noticed Jackson and his brunette heading our way. My stomach flipped slightly as he took the seat next to mine.
“Hello again.” He smiled. “Looks like we’re table mates.”
“I’ll be right back. I’m going to use the ladies’ room,” the brunette spoke as she got up from her chair.
“Girlfriend?” I picked up my glass and took a sip.
“Oh, God, no. Just a friend.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his reply. He sounded like I offended him by asking.
“How about you and Evelyn?”
“What about me and Evelyn?” I twisted my face.
“Are the two of you?—”
I almost choked on the wine that was sliding down the back of my throat.
“NO! Do you think I’m a lesbian?” I whispered. “She works for me.”