And he’d barely gotten a response back from her since.
Emma walked back over, her red hair swishing around her. “Camila just texted me—she and Colton are on their way.”
“About damn time,” Jacob said with a grin. “Why do you think they were running late? Maybe they needed some extra time between the sheets?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
“Hush,” Emma chided him. “She just moved here. Of course they’re going to be enjoying their time alone.”
“Poor old Colt is pussy-whipped,” Noah said, taking a swig of his beer.
Emma reached over and lightly smacked him on the arm as Hunter guffawed in amusement.
“He’s pretty damn happy,” Mason said, taking a pull of his beer.
“Says the guy who’s been hung up on a woman for months,” Noah said.
Mason shrugged. “She knows I’m interested in her. Hell, how many times have I asked her out now? It’s not exactly a state secret. First she said she didn’t date customers, then that she wanted to take it slow. She gave me her number though.”
“You should ring her up,” Emma said in her British accent. “You have her mobile—why keep texting when you could just ask her out on a proper date?”
“I have asked her out,” Mason said. “A couple of times. But you’re right. I’ll give her a call this weekend now that we’re back in town. If she’s not interested, I can take it,” he said with a shrug. “But then I’ll at least have an answer.”
“Bravo,” Emma said, as the men chuckled.
Mason scanned the restaurant out of habit, hoping Taylor would somehow appear out of thin air. The waitresses working tonight were busy, carrying full trays between tables. But as their own waitress had already said, Taylor wasn’t there.
Again.
Mason clenched his jaw, reaching for his cell phone.