The Plan (Off-Limits Romance, #4)(80)

“Ready to order?” I asked, pulling out my notepad again. I didn’t even need it. I hadn’t written down an order in more than two years. But I needed something to look at, something other than him.

“What makes you happy?”

He was still staring out the windows, but when a few seconds passed without an answer from me, he turned his gaze to mine.

And I couldn’t speak.

My books, my dog, yoga, the way the sun always manages to come back, no matter how dark the storm.

He didn’t raise his brows or ask again, didn’t tap his foot or wave his hand in front of my face. He just looked back at me, almost with understanding, as if he knew the question wasn’t easy to answer. Maybe he didn’t believe it had an answer at all.

But it did. I had answers — I had plenty. I was Miss Optimistic. I counted my blessings daily. I always looked at the bright side of my life, ignoring the shadows of it, choosing to focus my energy on whatever positives I could grasp.

Still, none of that mattered.

He asked me what made me happy, but that’s not what he really asked.

What he really asked was — are you happy?

And I couldn’t speak.

“I’ll have the steak and eggs, please,” he said after a moment, turning back to the window and reaching down for his coffee. He took a sip with me still staring at him until I finally tore my eyes away, pretending to write in my notepad.

“Coming right up.”

I zipped back through the diner and into the kitchen, ignoring Mr. Hollenbeck as he raised his hand at me indicating he was ready to order, too. I couldn’t take his order, not yet, not until I took a breath.

Ray quirked a brow at me when I blew through the swinging door, spreading my hands flat on the silver metal table next to the sink, eyes closed and head down as I forced an exhale.

“You okay, slick?”

“Steak and eggs, please.”

I opened my eyes again, standing straight, and Ray saluted me with his spatula. “You got it.”

This is stupid, I scolded myself. It was like I’d never talked to a boy before, or seen one for that matter. It was no secret that I wasn’t exactly the most social girl when I was in school, especially after I lost my leg, but I had a few friends. I had conversations with boys — group projects, book clubs, customers. So why was I stunned speechless by this particular one?

Annoyed, I blew out a breath, rebraiding my hair over my shoulder before pushing back through the door. I immediately made my way to Mr. Hollenbeck, smiling and nodding as I took his order, all the while way too aware of booth number nine.

“So, where’s he from?” Tammy asked when I rejoined her behind the counter.

“I didn’t ask.”

“You should.”

I scribbled out the check for the trucker at the end of the bar, offering him a smile and telling him no rush as I slipped it over the counter to him. Turning back to Tammy, I leaned a hip against the bar.

“He asked me what made me happy.”

She frowned. “What? That’s weird.”

“I know.”

“What did you say?”

“That’s the weirder part,” I confessed. “I didn’t have an answer. I just stared at him.”

“Plenty of things make you happy,” Tammy said, clearly as concerned as I was about my lack of response. “You’re literally the happiest girl I know.”

“I know. I can’t explain it. He’s… his presence is paralyzing.”

Tammy eyed him over my shoulder just as Ray tapped the bell.

“Order up!”

I grabbed the plate of steak and eggs before Tammy could say anything else, making my way back to his booth.

“Here you go,” I said, setting the plate in front of him. “Can I get you anything else right now?”

He looked up at me, and the faintest hint of a smile played at the corner of his lips. “No, this is great. Thank you.”

I nodded. But I didn’t move.

Go back to the bar, Cooper.

“So, where ya traveling from?”

He cut a corner off his steak, pausing to look up at me with it mounted on his fork. “Florida.”

He popped the bite into his mouth.

“Ah,” I said, as if it made sense or something. Nothing about him made sense. “Business or pleasure?”

He humphed the way one would when recalling an inside joke. “Neither.”

I watched as he dug into his egg, spilling the yolk onto his plate. The man wanted to eat in peace, I was sure of it, but I couldn’t move.

“Well, where are you heading?”

“Washington,” he answered easily.

My stomach did a flip, tugging on the part of my heart tied so reverently to the dreams I’d had all my life. Washington. It was where I wanted to be, where I knew my life would really begin.

Up until that point, he’d only made me uncomfortable — in a curious, fascinating way.

Now, he’d made me jealous.

“Well, that’s a long drive. Better eat up and get some energy.” I forced a smile. “Let me know if you need anything.”

My mind raced as I allowed my body to fall back into the motions, checking on customers and delivering orders, cashing out and calling out greetings and farewells as people came and went. It was the first time in my life that it bothered me — the fact that they were coming and going, and I was staying.