Chapter 38

She rolled her eyes. “Maybe not right this second, but it’ll come. So—” she pointed to the chair by the counter, “—sit and tell me all about him before we get bombarded with customers. We should be so lucky,” she added with a laugh.

“He’s a cop,” Rob replied, opting to stand instead. “A patrol officer. He’s a couple of years older than me. Divorced, with a son he raised on his own since Jesse was eleven. Jesse’s engaged now and works for his uncle’s architectural firm.”

“What’s his name?”

“Darren Cameron.”

“Is he cute?”

“Sarah, he’s a cop. Cops aren’t cute.”

She grinned. “I’ve seen a couple who could put some movie stars to shame.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that. He’s good looking, I guess. Well, I think he is. A lot better looking than me, that’s for sure.”

“Then he must be one handsome devil. You are, too. Or will be when you get a haircut.”

Rob brushed his hair off his forehead, only to have it fall back down again. “Yeah, I should. I’ll do it this afternoon.”