anyway.
He and Sheila were planning to have dinner together every night. He even snuck in Chinese takeout on Monday, which they ate in the back room and gloatingly assured everybody who popped in to investigate the unusual smells that they were imagining the scent of soy sauce and ginger.
While he also convinced her to interview some of the people Marley recommended she hire, in the end, she promoted Louise to part-time assistant manager. She was still watching Lily until Mellie could make new arrangements.
âThank you,â Sheila said suddenly to him as they shared pie and coffee in the back room on Thursday night. âPromoting Louise has been the best decision Iâve made in a long time.â
âSheâs only been on the job a day.â
âBut sheâs so happy. I swear the woman is floating through her shifts.â
âGive her a week running your insane schedule, and sheâll be begging for mercy.â
âThereâs nothing insane about working hard. You do it.â
âYeah, but Iâm stronger.â
âBecause youâre a man?â she asked after a significant pause.
Oops. Heâd gone down the wrong road. This was a common problem with Sheila. She was a challenging woman, and any attempt to help herâshe would say wrestle control from herâwas usually met with a fierce stare from those beautiful brown eyes.
âNo, not really,â he said, scrambling to cover his blunder. âGender doesnât really have a place in working hard, does it?â
âI donât think so. But if you want to make comparisons, you could equate stronger to bigger.â
âYeah, thatâsââ He stopped, patting his stomach, which he kept trim through disciplined diet and rigorous exercise. The months wooing Sheila had packed on a couple of pounds. âAnd getting bigger every day thanks to this pie you keep pushing on me.â
âAny time you want a grilled chicken salad, you just ask.â
âHow did we go from discussing your diner to my waistline?â
âYou did that all by yourself.â
He supposed he had. âMy point about Louise was that sheâs nearly fifty andââ
âYouâre over forty.â
He leaned toward her, flicking his finger over the impish dimple in her chin. âYou have a problem with my stamina?â
Grinning, she pulled his pie plate in front of her. âNo, but I donât have a problem with my waistline.â
âLouise is nearly fifty, while you are younger and have a supportive boyfriend to pick you up off the floor at the end of the night.â
Her eyes widened. âBoyfriend?â
âYes.â Realizing heâd dropped that in and hoping Sheila wouldnât give him a hard time about it, he rose and crossed to the cooler heâd brought with him. âOne who brings you champagne and chocolate, by the way.â
Reflecting on the rewards of spoiling Sheila, he set a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries on the table. He wondered if there would ever come a time when sheâd stop being surprised by indulgent gestures.
Maybe not. But if she did, heâd certainly miss the pleasure of her shock, the slowly dawning knowledge that somebody cared about her.
He popped the champagne corkâquietly so the entire diner wouldnât come running for a tasteâthen poured out two servings into crystal flutes heâd also brought. âSee the rewards of dating me?â
She took the glass, then tossed back the entire contents.
He poured more and sincerely hoped Louise was ready to jump in with assistant-manager duties, since her boss was likely to be too dizzy to go back to work anytime soon.
âProblem?â he asked, even though he was well aware of the problem.
Her brown eyes found his and locked in. âBoyfriend?â
âNot a fan of the word? How about significant other? Exclusive date guy? Lover?â
Her gaze roved