Page 3 of Right Place, Right Time (Second Chances)
Jay.
No, it couldn’t be. But it is. Jason Spencer is in the same restaurant as me. What are the chances? Do I try to get his attention? Gosh, I want to!
One of his buddies spots me gawking at him and nudges his elbow.
Shit!
Jay turns to see what his friend is pointing at—or who, rather—and narrows his eyes at me for a moment, probably trying to determine if he’s hallucinating. Either that or he’s already forgotten about me and is wondering why the odd girl is looking at him.
I smile and give him a small wave. My heart nearly beats out of my chest when he returns my smile and starts walking towards me.
“Sunshine,” he says in that deep, husky voice of his.
“Jay,” I smile, certain that my face has already experienced eight shades of pink since we first made eye contact.
“I didn’t realize you were from around here.”
“I didn’t realize you were from around here, either.”Nice, Kate. Real smooth.
He laughs. “Right. Well, my friends were just leaving,” he gestures to the group of guys making their way out of the shop.
My smile fades away. Just my luck.
“Do you mind if I join you?” he asks, putting his hand on the back of the seat opposite me.
My smile returns as I shake my head. “Not at all, please sit.”
***
Jay and I spent four hours chatting in the sandwich shop that afternoon. We even ended up staying for dinner. When he asked me out to dinner and a movie the following night, I accepted without a second thought.
There was just something about him. Something about us. We clicked.
And now, here I sit alone in my parents’ large, cavernous house.
Waiting.
He’d said he’d pick me up at six, but it’s seven now. He said he didn’t have a cell phone, so we never exchanged numbers. I can’t even call him to make sure he’s okay.
I shake my head at myself. He’s gorgeous and older than me by more than three years. I’m just a girl to him. A stupid, naïve girl.
I go up to my room and change out of the little black dress I’d purchased this morning just for our date, kicking it to the floor of my closet and shutting the door. I dress in some comfy pajamas and retreat to my bed, curling up under the covers.
It would be stupid to cry. I don’t even know him. I’d just wanted to know him.
I grab the remote off my nightstand and turn on the television. I flip through the channels, hoping to find reruns ofThe NannyorGolden Girls, when an image flashes by.
Wait, what?
I flip back, trying to find it.
There it is.
Thereheis.
Jay.
