in to set up with my bachelorettes. They don’t get a call back. But Jason’s not doing this in a sleezy way like those guys did.
“I’m not sure.”
Colton comes to my mind. Then Brigette right after.
Her in a white dress and Colton waiting at the end of the aisle. What choice do I have at this point? Move on and maybe put Colton back into the friend box.
“Sure.”
He smiles wide. Those dimples could fit quarters. “Great. How about Saturday?”
I glance at my calendar. “Perfect.”
He stands and pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Should we exchange numbers?”
“Yeah. I guess so.”
We exchange our personal numbers and he shoves his phone into his pocket. “I’ll call you with specifics.” He holds out his hand. “See how great you are? You already fixed me up.” He winks, and I smile.
“Don’t give me too much credit.”
He steps back and waves to me one more time before walking out the door.
I snap off a piece of a baby rattle cookie. This can be my lunch. I’m brushing the crumbs off my chest when the door dings again.
“Hey, Miss Juno.” Earl, the mail carrier, comes in. “Mail call.” He drops it on my desk.
“Thank you, Earl. Have a cookie or two,” I say.
Earl is a transplant from Alabama. Moved up here to be with his daughter and her husband so he could be near his grandchildren after his wife died.
“Don’t mind if I do.” He looks at them. “Oh, dinosaur, my favorite.” He laughs and nods his thank you. “Have a great day, Miss Juno. See you tomorrow.”
He leaves and I walk across the room to pick up my mail and there it is—my electricity bill. I see the red through the envelope, their way of saying, “Open this up and pay, or else.” I tear the envelope open and sure enough, there’s a shut-off notice.
Great. I managed to get a date and not a client. How do I expect to pay these bills?
I sit down and let my forehead fall to the desk.
The door opens and I quickly right myself, finding Grandma Dori and Colton standing there. She has her arm through his arm, and knowing her, she’s holding on tight to make sure he can’t escape.
“Juno, you can’t just nap at work,” she says.
“I wasn’t napping.” I quickly straighten my papers, shoving the past due notices into the drawer.
When I look up, Colton’s watching me intently. I’ve always told him he should have been a detective. He can scent out when something’s off like a drug-sniffing dog.
“People can see you through the window,” Grandma continues. “At least lock your door. Maybe we get you one of those separator fan things.”
“A room divider,” Colton says.
Grandma pats his hand. “That’s it. Thank you, Colton.” She unhooks her arm from his and detours to the cookies, grabbing a flower one before sitting down in front of me. “Don’t let those nosey women this morning bring up those feelings from the past, dear.” She bites off part of the cookie and looks at it. “I’m going to snag some of these for Calista, Dion, and Phoebe.”
“Go ahead. I’ll eat them all if you don’t.”
“What do you mean about past feelings?” Colton asks, leaning against the table I have in the front with my promotional materials on top.
“It’s nothing,” I say.
“The fact that she’s the only redhead in the Baileys,” Grandma kindly fills him in.
“Oh, that,” Colton says, crossing his arms, his gaze shifting to the picture of Aunt Etta.
I know exactly what he thinks about matchmaking being passed down to me from my ancestors. It doesn’t match up with his scientific beliefs.
He pushes off the table. “I gotta go.”
“Where are you going?” I ask, figuring lunch since it’s almost noon now.
“Oh, that’s why we came in here. I found Colton right as he was leaving the office. You have to go with him. I’ll watch the office.” She shoos me out of my chair.
I stand, panic like a hot poker in the stomach because of what’s in that drawer. Grandma Dori is a snoop and she’ll find my bills.
“I can close the office, but where are you going?” I ask Colton because I’m more likely to get the answer from him.
His face looks pained as if the last thing he wants to do is tell me. Just like when he told me he was engaged. “I have to pick out a tux.”
“And he needs a woman’s touch.” I move to sit back down in my chair, but I