blinked again.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yep. I’ve just never met a selfless man before. You’re an anomaly.”
Her compliment made him laugh.
“I don’t know about that. Maybe you just haven’t met the right guys.”
“True that.” She wiped some chili from the corner of her mouth with a paper napkin. “I’m so impressed that even that young you were looking after your people. Wow, when I was eighteen, I was an idiot. Partying in college and making bad choices.” She rolled her eyes. “Really bad choices.”
He chuckled. “Well, if I’d had the opportunity, I probably would have made worse choices, another reason why my mom didn’t fuss too much when I went off to boot camp. She knew I needed the discipline. I was never a bad kid, but I didn’t always make the smart choices, especially in high school. My grades were low.” Of course, a lot of that had to do with being tired from working sometimes as many as two jobs after school. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to help his family.
It had taken his mom challenging the principal in front of the school board before they finally gave him some grace. His mom was a lot of great things, and fierce was one of them. Never in his life had he won an argument with her, and the principal had learned that the hard way.
“Still,” she said, “it took me another four years before I figured out what I wanted to do. And another year after that before I finally had the guts to do it. What you do is heroic and dangerous. It takes a special type of person to do that job. To run toward the scary when everyone else is running away.”
“We don’t really think about it that way.” He wanted to find out more about her, and he’d never been comfortable talking about himself. “I’m curious how you make money shopping for people.”
She blanched.
Shoot. He’d done it again. “No, no. I mean, I think it’s a cool job. And I’m curious about how it works. Oh, and that reminds me.” He pulled out a wad of cash. “How much do I owe you?”
“You can pay me later. I have receipts for you in my car. I was able to get some of the stuff donated when I told them what it was for, so I bought twice as much. I hope that’s okay. Maybe these elderly people might enjoy getting more than one gift. It’s small stuff, mostly, to make their lives more comfortable. Only spent a little over half your budget and that’s with the wrapping. I’ll have to look at the receipts but it was right around six hundred.”
“You are good at this. We can donate the rest to the charity. Are you sure I can’t compensate you in some way?”
She shook her head. “Nope. And to answer your question, I usually get a commission. A negotiated percentage of the whole budget. A lot of what I do is for corporate clients. Finding the perfect gifts for their staff or for guests they have coming in, or finding giveaways for trade shows. We have a whole division for that last thing, and by division, I mean that’s mostly what my partner, Bebe, handles, where she finds promotional swag for different companies.”
He swallowed the last bit of chili. “That’s interesting. I didn’t even know a business like that existed.”
She put down her fork. “Yeah, my grandmother actually helped me figure it out.”
“Did she have the same kind of business?”
“Oh, no. She’s a retired professor who lives in Ireland now. But she’s always had a knack for finding the perfect gifts for people. Like an intuitiveness for knowing what’s wanted. I sort of inherited it from her. I know that sounds weird, but I get this gut feeling for what’s right for folks. And after college, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that awesome philosophy degree I had.”
“Wow. I didn’t see that one coming,” he said honestly. He figured an MBA or something.
“What? I can spout Plato and Charles Hartshorne with the best of them.”
“I know the first, never heard of the second.”
“Trust me, most people haven’t. But about two months after I graduated, I was working as a personal shopper at Neiman Marcus in Dallas. I really wasn’t qualified to do anything else. I was promoted three times in six months. Grandma said I should take what I was best at and apply it to my career goals. ‘But never work for the man.’ Did I mention Grandma is a bit of a hippie, much to the chagrin of my mom, her daughter?
“Anyhoo, I took some business classes and decided to open my own personal-shopping service. There are a lot of them in Dallas and the competition is stiff. But there wasn’t here in Corpus, so I came home and... Wow, I’m telling you my life story.” She rolled her eyes.
“Nah, I’m intrigued. And your grandma sounds supersmart and practical.”
“She’s brilliant. Taught at Oxford. Still lives over there. She’s my favorite philosopher.”
“Ah, and it comes full circle. Oxford? Wow. That’s pretty fancy.” All this info made him even more curious about Ainsley. She was intelligent and beautiful, a dangerous combination. He could sit here all afternoon listening to her talk.
That had never happened before.
She nodded. “So I guess you didn’t mind the chili pie, after all?”
He held up the empty container. “One of the best things I’ve eaten in a while. Who is this Frank guy?”
“He owns a barbeque place out by the beach, Duley’s, which is named after his dad. They’ve been around a long time. And his ribs are even better than his chili.”
“Maybe I could take you there some time?”
“I don’t know. We’ll see.”
“You keep saying that. Do you have a thing about not dating guys in the military or something?”
Her head popped up. “A thing? No. Should I? And who says I want to date you?”
She had him there. He sounded like a jerk. “Sorry, I—”
She reached out and touched his arm. “I’m messing with you. Your face. That was classic. But I’m going to be straight with you. I’m focused on my career. I’m really not looking to date anyone right now. I don’t have a lot of luck with guys, and I find them kind of self-centered. Not that you would be. But...if you want someone to hang out with today, I’m your girl. Want to come shopping with me?”
“Uh, sure?”
The way she talked—so fast—it took him a minute to catch up.
“And for the record,” he said, clearing his throat, “I’m not looking to date, either. I simply wanted to thank you for helping me.”
She chewed on her lip as she eyed him. “Okay. So,” she began and waved to the empty containers, “we’ve had our meal. We should be good. You still want to hang out?”
He shrugged. With this one, it was probably best to play it cool. She didn’t want to date. Well, he’d been honest when he said that wasn’t his thing. His teaching
