For a few days, Ian only saw Chrissie in bits and pieces. A glimpse of her sexy flight suit as she helped load a patient onto a Mediguard chopper. A quick hello when they crossed paths at Gretel’s Café, her with coffee cup in hand, hurrying to work.
Inside, Chrissie’s name was posted on the blackboard as the winner of trivia night.
Gretel caught him scanning the blackboard. “You should come and play next week. It was a lot of fun.”
“Maybe.”
She smiled knowingly. “Trouble? Can I help?”
“Yes. Chrissie’s next five coconut mochas are on me.” He handed her his credit card. “Rounding up to ten dollars, of course.”
“Nice. I’ll let her know.”
The next day, he got a text from Chrissie thanking him. She didn’t mention anything about changing her mind.
He had to admit that he was weakening. H
