I recognized some of the people; others were still strangers to me. So far none of them had given us more than a passing glance, if they even saw us and weren’t just taking a look inside the way a person going down the street often did with shops and businesses along the sidewalk.
Suddenly, as I was finishing the last of my meal, Alan leaned close to whisper, “We might have lift off.” I took a surreptitious glance to see who he meant.
“Seriously?” I said, shocked. “I would never have thought…”
Jason was standing across the street, staring at us. No, glaring. If looks could kill, I’d be dead.
“It can’t be,” I murmured so only Alan would hear. “He’s always been so friendly. He was at the house once to bring me some cinnamon buns from Mrs. Logan and he sort of came on to me when we had lu
