although some was. Was it our tattoos? Maybe I should mention it to Buzz. No, I didn’t know Buzz well enough—he may go nutso. Maybe he was one of those men who loved a fight. I’m not a fighting type of gal…unless I had to fend for my life or something. Using my purse to wallop someone over the head wasn’t out of the question. And the way this guy was looking at me made me think fighting for my life might be on the menu.
The man’s cell phone rang. Nibbling on a fry, I tried to ignore him, but my gaze kept drifting his way. He talked for about thirty seconds, then hung up the phone, stood, pulled out his wallet, and tossed a few bills on the table. He hurried out the door, never looking my way, and I was thankful. Having him watch my every move made me self-conscious. I looked at his plate. Half the food hadn’t been touched. Something must have been urgent to make him leave that quickly. I wondered what he did for a living. He was dressed casually, but it could be his day off. Maybe he was a doctor on call. Whatever he did, I hoped he didn’t stare at everyone else like he did at me.
Chapter 19
Buzz followed my gaze as I watched the man jump in his Lincoln and pull out.
“You sure were interested in what that guy was doing for not knowing him.”
I guessed it was safe to tell Buzz now, since the guy was gone. I didn't want him to think I was checking out strangers in the diner. “He was staring at me,” I said.
“That guy was staring at you?” He looked at the road in front of the diner as if he would still see him.
“Yeah, that’s why I kept watching him. You know when you feel someone watching you? You can’t help but watch back, to see if they’re still watching you? It’s like a vicious circle. They watch you, they see you watching them, and then they start watching you more. He was creeping me out.” I picked at the edge of my napkin.
“You should have said something. I would have told him to knock it off.”
“That’s what I was afraid of. I like coming to this diner. You start a fight in here and you'd get us both banned for life. No more burgers and fries. Ever.” I shuddered at the thought.
He chuckled. “The guy probably just liked the way you looked. Men check out women, in cause you’d never noticed.” He popped the last bite of burger in his mouth and chewed, all the while keeping his gaze on me.
Oh, I’d noticed. Had Buzz noticed me checking him out? Was he checking me out? Was that why he was watching me now? The thought made me tingle. I didn’t need tingling now. No way. I had singing to worry about. No tingling allowed. And I was back to that damn no-dating-band-members rule again. It’s like getting involved with a co-worker and then breaking up. You still have to see each other every day at work. Talk about awkward.
“I promise I wouldn’t have gotten us kicked out.” Buzz crossed his heart with his index finger, then gave me a long hard look.
His dark eyes could melt the coldest of hearts. A metaphorical puddle formed under my feet. Just a little, anyway. See, I knew he’d be bad for business. Yet I’d hired him, anyway. Kitty was to blame; she’d been a bad influence. She’d practically forced me to hire him. Okay, maybe not forced, but she hadn’t discouraged me, either.
I smiled. “Good to know.”
Buzz pointed at my face. “You’ve got a little ketchup on your chin.”
Ugh, I might as well put a drop cloth underneath my feet. I wiped with my napkin. “Thanks. So, how long have you been playing bass?” I asked, changing the subject away from my messy eating.
“I started at sixteen. I played the guitar when I was thirteen. Taught myself. My dad’s friend played the bass, so one day he let me play his. I’ve been hooked ever since.”
“You’re really good. At playing bass.” I clarified. What else was he good at?
“I’m not as good as you think.”
I stopped my french fry mid-air. “What does that
The man’s cell phone rang. Nibbling on a fry, I tried to ignore him, but my gaze kept drifting his way. He talked for about thirty seconds, then hung up the phone, stood, pulled out his wallet, and tossed a few bills on the table. He hurried out the door, never looking my way, and I was thankful. Having him watch my every move made me self-conscious. I looked at his plate. Half the food hadn’t been touched. Something must have been urgent to make him leave that quickly. I wondered what he did for a living. He was dressed casually, but it could be his day off. Maybe he was a doctor on call. Whatever he did, I hoped he didn’t stare at everyone else like he did at me.
Chapter 19
Buzz followed my gaze as I watched the man jump in his Lincoln and pull out.
“You sure were interested in what that guy was doing for not knowing him.”
I guessed it was safe to tell Buzz now, since the guy was gone. I didn't want him to think I was checking out strangers in the diner. “He was staring at me,” I said.
“That guy was staring at you?” He looked at the road in front of the diner as if he would still see him.
“Yeah, that’s why I kept watching him. You know when you feel someone watching you? You can’t help but watch back, to see if they’re still watching you? It’s like a vicious circle. They watch you, they see you watching them, and then they start watching you more. He was creeping me out.” I picked at the edge of my napkin.
“You should have said something. I would have told him to knock it off.”
“That’s what I was afraid of. I like coming to this diner. You start a fight in here and you'd get us both banned for life. No more burgers and fries. Ever.” I shuddered at the thought.
He chuckled. “The guy probably just liked the way you looked. Men check out women, in cause you’d never noticed.” He popped the last bite of burger in his mouth and chewed, all the while keeping his gaze on me.
Oh, I’d noticed. Had Buzz noticed me checking him out? Was he checking me out? Was that why he was watching me now? The thought made me tingle. I didn’t need tingling now. No way. I had singing to worry about. No tingling allowed. And I was back to that damn no-dating-band-members rule again. It’s like getting involved with a co-worker and then breaking up. You still have to see each other every day at work. Talk about awkward.
“I promise I wouldn’t have gotten us kicked out.” Buzz crossed his heart with his index finger, then gave me a long hard look.
His dark eyes could melt the coldest of hearts. A metaphorical puddle formed under my feet. Just a little, anyway. See, I knew he’d be bad for business. Yet I’d hired him, anyway. Kitty was to blame; she’d been a bad influence. She’d practically forced me to hire him. Okay, maybe not forced, but she hadn’t discouraged me, either.
I smiled. “Good to know.”
Buzz pointed at my face. “You’ve got a little ketchup on your chin.”
Ugh, I might as well put a drop cloth underneath my feet. I wiped with my napkin. “Thanks. So, how long have you been playing bass?” I asked, changing the subject away from my messy eating.
“I started at sixteen. I played the guitar when I was thirteen. Taught myself. My dad’s friend played the bass, so one day he let me play his. I’ve been hooked ever since.”
“You’re really good. At playing bass.” I clarified. What else was he good at?
“I’m not as good as you think.”
I stopped my french fry mid-air. “What does that
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