Searching For Jenna novel Chapter 49

"Of course," Elliot said. "I had to check out how Jason was doing."

"He's holding his own, but we'd love to have you back," Sandy said.

"I'd like to talk to you about that. We're thinking about moving over here as a family," Elliot said.

"That's awesome!" Sandy said. "I've become pretty good friends with a local real estate agent that can hook you up with a place to rent or buy."

"Great," Darlene said. "We would probably rent first, just to make sure we like the area."

"No problem," Sandy said and pulled her wallet out of the back pocket of her jeans. She gave Darlene a business card with an attractive brunette on the cover.

Elliot gave Sandy a questioning look with a raised eyebrow that she responded to with a wink. He'd always suspected that Sandy liked women, but she'd been military and FBI for a long time. She probably kept all of that information under wraps.

"Let me get you all a seat," Sandy said leading them to a booth in the middle of the restaurant.

Putting a hand on his mom's arm, Elliot said, "I'm going to go into the back and say hi to Jason."

"Okay," Darlene said and picked up the menu. "You have any suggestions?"

"Everything," Elliot grinned and pointed to the menu. "I created all those dishes."

"How's your mom doing?" Sandy asked as they walked to the kitchen.

"Pretty good," Elliot said. "She has good and bad days, but the doctors expect her to recover as much as is possible with a lung injury."

"And Matthews?" Sandy asked.

"He's going to go away for a very long time," Elliot said.

Sandy fluffed Elliot's blond hair that lay about his ears. "Letting your hair grow out?"

"Just a little," he admitted. "I'm thinking about going for the Keith Urban look with my natural dirty blond hair and blue eyes. It's just a shame I can't sing."

Sandy stepped back and looked at him. "You have the lankiness with the muscles," she said gripping his bicep. "I think you could pull off Keith Urban."

"Uh huh, mmm. He sure could," a new voice said. A woman in her late twenties came up to them giving Elliot a flagrant looking over. "You could be an American Keith Urban. You coming to work here?"

"Put your tongue back in your mouth, Angelica," Sandy ordered. "She's our new Steven. Screws everything not nailed down."

"That's not true," Angelica pouted. "I don't do fat old men." She winked at Elliot and headed in the direction of the bar with a laugh.

"So are the blue eyes yours or contacts?" Sandy asked.

"You would have confronted him, and then he really would have done it," Jason whined.

"Where are Megan and Sarah? Did they go back to school?" Elliot asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, and Megan's pregnant and getting married at Christmas," Sandy said. "She told me to tell you that you were invited if I had a chance to talk to you. Sarah is coming back to work over Christmas. Michael will be here later."

"Where is Megan getting married?" Elliot asked as he moved into the kitchen to inspect Jason's food and watch him cook.

"Lexington," Sandy said and looked around. "Where's Anthony?"

"I have no idea," Jason growled. "He didn't show up for his shift. Kelsey and Amber have been trying to help while they serve."

Sandy sighed. "You just can't get good help anymore." She looked up at Elliot. "See how much we need you?"

"I do," he laughed. "If I weren't here with my family I'd help out."

"It's okay," Sandy said donning an apron. "Fortunately, it's a slow night. I guess I'll have to do some more hiring."

"I'll try to talk to you before we leave, but if not I'll call you tomorrow. You're number still the same?" Elliot pulled his phone out of his back pocket and looked up Sandy's number.

"No. I had to change it not long after I last talked to you. Reporters kept calling and wanting to interview me," Sandy made a face. "I hate reporters unless of course, they want to write about the restaurant." She took his phone and put her number in it. "Call me and then I'll have yours."