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reason for picking up the coupon had less to do with thrift than with procrastination. |
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Maureen might not even be there. This is Saturday, and she'd been on the job each time Trev had gone there during the past week. It only stood to reason that she wouldn't work every night. |
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On the other hand, the dinner hour on a Saturday evening is probably O'Casey's busiest time. And it's a family business. She'd come to town for Mary's funeral, three weeks ago, and turned up waiting on customers when the pizzaria reopened. According to her brother, she was staying with Liam and planned to remain indefinitely, taking care of her father and helping out with the business. |
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So it didn't make sense for Maureen to take off Saturday night. |
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She would be there, all right. |
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And Trev planned to do more, this time, than exchange a few friendly words with her and gape at her while she made visits to other tables. He planned to ask her out. And he wasn't sure he had the nerve. |
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She likes me, he thought. I know she does. |
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It was more than her cheerful, wise-cracking banter. She talked to all the customers that way. But she didn't look at the others the way she looked at Trev. When her eyes met his, their gaze seemed to sink into him as if searching deep inside, looking for something, wondering about him, and they seemed to hold a soft challenge. |
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She wants me to ask her out. And she's wondering |
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