CHAPTER 17
TRUE TO HIS word, Landon texted me on Monday morning just as the before-work rush came to an end. Did I want to go for dinner with him on Wednesday? I was about to reply in the affirmative when Imogen snatched the phone out of my hand.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Replying?”
“With a yes?”
My blush gave her the answer she needed, and she tutted at me. “Stef, you have so much left to learn. Landon didn’t message you the second he got in last night, did he?”
“Well, no.”
“So you don’t reply to him right away either. Make him sweat a bit. Let him worry you might not be interested.”
“But I am interested.”
“I know that, you know that, but Landon doesn’t have to. Give it a couple of hours.”
“But…”
She pointed back to the counter. “You have a customer. I’ll hang on to thi
