Ten minutes later, as I turned from the ordering window with my lunch, the ... truck pulled into the street side parking area. He waved again as he strode toward me.
“Is this a coincidence?” I said, juggling my birch beer and dill pickle.
“Could be. I do—still—frequent this place.”
He grinned and shrugged. “Or could be I was on my way into the Belvidere hardware store for screws, spotted your Jeep and got a sudden hankering for Tastykakes.”
It felt like flirting.
Johanna Lawrence Wheeler, The Chick Palace
The Chick Palace
A lakeside romp fueled by friendship, family,
and one old flame not averse to once again testing the waters