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with Kevin this close she could barely manage to keep her eyes on Bobbie. Forget where her mind was.
    But she wasn’t attracted to Kevin. He was too old.
    Bobbie nodded. “You need to up that to about six miles in that half hour. You need to do weight training, too.”
    “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” a familiar voice hissed behind her.
    Jessica squeezed her eyes closed before turning around to face Mindi. They were watching her. Kevin was watching her. He would want to know how she reacted in a crisis. Mindi freaking out in a restaurant was a crisis of magnificent proportions. Of course he didn’t know Mindi, so he didn’t know what she could get like. Jessica hoped he would never know. “Mindi, calm down.”
    “Calm down? Calm down?” Mindi’s voice rose to an unpleasant screech that rang off the narrow restaurant walls, causing half the patrons to stop eating so they could devote full attention to the floor show. “I can’t believe you’re even thinking about doing this.”
    Jessica stood up. “Excuse me.” She seized Mindi’s arm and pulled her out of the restaurant before she could start in on a serious temper tantrum.
    * * * *
    Kevin watched Jessica tow the cute but distressed blonde outside.
    “Maybe she’s an idiot savant with numbers,” Bobbie suggested.
    “What?” Kevin couldn’t stop staring out the window. For a few minutes there he’d managed to stop thinking of Jessica as a female, but watching her outside the window with her friend, he remembered again. For a too-young, too-big, unfeminine female, she filled out her short-sleeved blue cotton blouse enticingly. While he watched, she put one hand on her generous hip. Her little friend’s voice carried through the window like the whine of a dentist’s drill. She seemed like a fragile toy next to Jessica. Kevin tore his eyes away from the scene outside the window.
    “An idiot savant. You know, one of those people who can do calculus in their heads without notes or anything. What are you looking at?”
    Kevin’s eyes had turned back to Jessica and her little friend outside. Jessica brushed her silken brown hair off her face with one hand, remaining calm while her friend did everything but jump up and down screaming.
    “Uh oh. Looks like a lovers’ spat.”
    Seemingly without his permission, Kevin’s head snapped around to look at Bobbie. “Lovers’ spat?” Ugly coldness developed in his chest and start flowing through his body.
    “That’s what it looks like to me. It looks like Jessica has a girlfriend.” Bobbie sneered at him. “So maybe you won’t be getting her into bed after all.”
    “A girlfriend?” Kevin stammered.
    “Yeah. You know, she’s a woman who wears comfortable shoes. She prefers her women short and sweet. Her middle name is Butch.” Bobbie drew a deep breath, preparing to pelt him with more euphemisms.
    “I get it,” Kevin cut in before she could. He looked out the window again. Jessica was still listening to her hysterical friend with an almost perfect calm. Her sweet face focused on the other woman, her hair falling across her cheek and her hands folded in front of her. Two other women walked up to them. Kevin thought he remembered one of them from the coffee bar at the bookstore.
    “But then you weren’t interested in her anyway, were you?”
    “No, I wasn’t. It’s just… I never thought… She just doesn’t look like the type.”
    Bobbie raised one eyebrow. “Oh really. What does the type look like?”
    “I don’t know. Not like her.” He stood up. Suddenly the heat of the restaurant was too much to bear. “I have to use the restroom before I eat.” Jessica couldn’t be like that. He stalked toward the back of the restaurant, grinding his teeth. If she was, it made his job easier. If she didn’t like men, she wouldn’t be hitting on him, and he wouldn’t be thinking about it, either. But he wasn’t, was he? If he wasn’t, why was he noticing how her clothes fit? If he did