Letting out a light laugh, I spoke, “Okay. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Bye, Emily.”

“Bye, Jackson.”

I finished my sandwich with a smile and returned to the shop. When I walked in, Katie and Noelle stood behind the counter and instantly stopped talking.

“You didn’t have to stop talking about me on my account.” I smirked.

“We weren’t,” Katie spoke.

“You never were a very good liar.” I pushed her out of the way and grabbed a piece of chocolate.

“Fine. We were talking about you and Jackson.”

“I don’t care, but you don’t have to do it behind my back. Feel free to talk while I’m standing here.”

She stood there with narrowed eyes, staring at me.

“Your mood changed. You seem better. What’s up?”

“Nothing. I just had a nice lunch and de-stressed.”

“Did you talk to Jackson?”

“Yes. He called me.”

“AHA!” She pointed at me. “That’s why you’re in a better mood because your man called and made your day.”

Rolling my eyes, I stepped away from the counter and walked over to the other side of the shop to look over the espresso bar, which was ninety-five percent complete.

“He had nothing to do with it, and he’s not my man. I just needed some food.”

She threw her hands up in the air and walked away. I didn’t want to tell her about my dinner plans with Gregory tonight because I didn’t want to be bombarded with a million questions. I would tell her and Evelyn all about it tomorrow once I got some answers.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Jackson

Placing my phone in my pocket, I walked down the street and into my favorite chocolate shop, which was family owned and had the best chocolate I had ever had.

“Hello there, Jackson.” Jacob Small smiled.

“Hi, Jacob.”

“Welcome back to Chicago.”

“Thanks.”

I stood looking through the case of the homemade and handcrafted chocolates his family had been making for over fifty years.

“What can I box up for you?”

“Just give me a two-pound assortment.”

“Two pounds, eh?” He smiled.

“Yeah. I have a friend back in New York who I know will love these.” I grinned.