another man. No thanks. I just ditched the last one.” Grace took a gulp of her wine, flustered and feeling flushed when Owen’s face flashed in her mind. She suddenly imagined him in her bedroom, kissing her neck and sliding his hands under her skirt, finding her high waisted panties that doubled as a tummy shaper. She groaned. Mood instantly killed.
Lex laughed. “What the heck was that all about?”
“What?” Grace asked innocently, even though she knew exactly what Lex was asking.
“Come on, Grace. Who put that look on your face just now?” She gave her aunt a mischievous look. “Have you been browsing Tinder?”
“Tinder? What the heck is that?” Grace asked.
Lex threw her head back and laughed. “It’s a hookup app.”
Grace’s eyebrows rose. “Hookup? You mean like Netflix and chill is actually code for sex?”
“You knew Netflix and chill but not Tinder?” Lex shook her head. “You have weird gaps in your knowledge. We need to fix that before you enter the dating scene.”
“I’m not entering the dating scene.” She wrinkled her nose, thinking about Owen again. “Except, I think I do kinda have a date tomorrow.”
“Oh, so now it comes out. Who is it? That hottie at Bird’s Eye Bakery?”
“Carl?” Grace stared at her niece like she’d lost her mind. “Why would I go on a date with Carl? He’s like seventy years old.”
She laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “He’s a silver fox. That’s what he is. Like Sam Elliott. You could do worse.”
She had a point. Carl was a very good-looking older man. But Grace was only forty-five. If she ever did decide to seriously date someone, she much preferred a man she could grow old with, not someone who was miles ahead of her in the race. “Fine. Carl’s definitely good looking. But no. I have a date with my new colleague at Landers Realty.”
“You’re going out with Kevin Landers?” she asked, her brow furrowed. “Why?”
“Not Kevin. His name is Owen. He recently moved to Premonition Pointe and works at Landers. He asked me out for dinner tomorrow night so we could get to know each other a little bit.”
Lex let out a gasp. “Owen Taylor? Tall, dark hair, knows how to wear a suit?”
“Sounds right.” Grace’s cheeks warmed. “How do you know him?”
“He’s been into the deli almost every day since he’s been in town,” Lex said, referring to Bronwyn’s family deli, Earthly Spirits, where she’d been helping out until she found a full-time job. “He’s hawt, Grace. Well done.”
Grace’s entire body heated and sweat broke out on her neck. Son of a witch. Was she having a hot flash just thinking about the man? She grabbed her glass and then took a long sip of water. “Stop. We’re meeting as friends.”
“Where and what time?” Lex insisted.
“He’s picking me up here at seven.” Grace averted her eyes, knowing Lex was about to call her out.
“You do realize that’s a date, right?” Lex said. “You can call it what you want, but a hot man asked you to dinner and he’s going through the trouble of picking you up instead of meeting you there. Face it, Auntie, you need to get your roots done tomorrow and maybe your eyelashes and brows tinted. Want me to go with you?”
Grace turned to look at her niece and nodded. “I could use all the help I can get.”
Chapter Five
“Thank you for meeting me, Mr. Saint,” Grace said, rising to greet the older gentleman as he joined her at Bird’s Eye, Premonition Pointe’s prized bakery.
Mr. Saint was wearing an expensive suit and a scowl on his face. His white hair was styled with product, giving him a youthful appearance despite the pronounced winkles around his eyes. “You have five minutes, and then I have to leave for another meeting.”
Five minutes? Grace bit back her own scowl and waved Carl, the manager, over. “Then let’s get right to it.” Grace flipped open her notebook and waved a hand for the man to sit across from her. “I want to talk about how we can improve your properties in a way that will help us finally move them.”
He hadn’t sat as she’d suggested, but instead, gripped the back of the chair as he loomed over her. “There is no way I’m pouring even more money into those properties. I’ve already spent more than is reasonable on them.”
Carl appeared holding a silver carafe and a ceramic mug. His royal blue polo shirt complemented his sun-kissed brown skin. He had a dragon tattoo wrapped