“We don’t have long, meaningful chats, but she’s a woman. Women talk.”
Thank God they did, otherwise he’d be sitting at home alone himself, gazing at a bunch of flowers that just served to tell him Jessey wasn’t interested. He scooped them up and went towards the parking lot.
Dodge laughed and went into his vehicle. “You’re simply going to stroll in there and offer her the flowers, aren’t you?”
Well, certainly, that had been the idea. Charley halted. “Do you have a better idea?”
“Nope. Just sort of wish I was there to see it all go down.” His diesel engine roared to life. “Good luck.”
As Charley watched his younger brother drive away, he was pretty darn sure he was going to need all the luck he could get.
Jessey twirled a straw through her martini and pondered whether she should simp
