Second Chance Boyfriend

earning a death glare from Jen.
    “Have a minute? I’d like to talk to you.” He smiles, his stance relaxed. All that easygoing don’t-worry charm buzzing all around him. He looks damn good in dark jeans and a white button-up shirt he left untucked, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, tanned forearms.
    I may be in love with Drew, but I can appreciate a handsome man when I see one.
    “Am I in trouble?” I ask, making sure Jen wasn’t lying.
    “Not at all,” he says quickly, his voice smooth.
    I raise a brow, letting him know I don’t quite believe him. “Shouldn’t I be preparing the tables for the evening?”
    “Jen has it under control for now. Besides, I only need to take up a few minutes of your time. Then you can go polish glasses to your heart’s content.” He chuckles and presses his hand to my lower back when he approaches me, guiding me to his office, his hand never leaving me.
    I shrug away from his touch the second we walk into his office. He shuts the door behind us, rounding his desk and pointing a finger toward an empty chair. “Have a seat.”
    Sitting on the edge of the seat, I tap my heel against the bare wood floor. We’re wearing the lace shirt/black shorts getup again and I know when Drew picks me up from work, he’s going to probably attack me.
    Dirty girl that I am, I can’t freaking wait.
    “What happened with the shift change, Fable?” Colin asks once he settles in behind his desk.
    “I had something come up.” I shrug. “Something personal.”
    He raises a single brow. “Is everything all right?”
    “Oh, yeah. Everything’s fine.”
    “I don’t mind when my employees switch out their schedules as long as everyone’s covered and as long as people don’t make a habit out of it. I do have some concerns, though.” He rests his folded arms on top of the desk, his expression dire. “Are you happy here?”
    I’m taken aback by his question. “Um, yeah.”
    His eyes harden. “Really?”
    “What are you digging at? I mean, I’ve only been working here a few weeks. If you’re not happy with me, then go ahead and fire me.” I perch farther on the edge of my chair, ready to take flight if need be.
    “You automatically assume the worst, don’t you?”
    This little meeting is getting ridiculous. “Listen, say what you need to say and get it over with. I’m not in the mood for a bunch of games tonight.”
    “Fine. Get over your pissy attitude and I’ll tell you everything you need to hear.”
    My jaw drops open. I can’t believe he just called me pissy. But he’s right. I am. “What’s up?” I ask weakly.
    “I know you’ve only been here for a few weeks, but you impress me. A lot. You only need to be told once what to do and how to do it, and you have it under control. The customers like you. T thinks you’re fantastic and I value her opinion above anyone else in this place.” Colin leans across his desk, as if he really wants to get his message across. “I want to give you more hours, but I won’t do it if you’re going to bail on your shifts all the time.”
    “I won’t bail on my shifts,” I say automatically.
    He smiles. “So you’ll take the increase in hours.”
    “Absolutely.”
    “I’m giving you a sixty-day probation period. Once that passes and I’m satisfied with the job you’re doing, you’ll automatically receive a raise.”
    My eyebrows shoot up. “Really?”
    “Really.” He nods. “I plan on opening up a few more locations in the Sacramento area over the next twelve to eighteen months. I need people who are able to train my new employees like T does. Is that something that interests you?”
    I’m like Jen. Travel is near to impossible for me, what with Owen in school and my mom never around. But I can’t say no, can I? The restaurant biz definitely doesn’t interest me long-term but I need a steady, good-paying job, especially if I really go through with it and get an apartment for just Owen and me. What Colin’s talking about sounds like my every current financial wish come true.
    “Um, possibly?” My vague answer doesn’t please my boss at all. He’s frowning at me big-time. “Look, I have a little brother and our relationship with my mom is…complicated.”
    His bunched expression smoothes out completely. “We’ll discuss everything further once we get closer to the possibility of my needing you for training purposes. Truthfully, the plans for the restaurants are just that—still in the planning