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she hadn’t either.
Throughout the week, there were several other incidents—occasions where Tabby found herself unexpectedly face-to-face with Jagger Brodie. Each time she’d tried to appear calm and unaffected—and each time she was nearly certain she’d failed miserably.
At long last, Friday showed up. All week Tabby had been looking forward to Friday’s lunch. After days of feeling jittery and sort of uncertain somehow, she hoped lunch out with the girls at Sweet Genevieve’s would help her settle down a bit. After all, what were the odds Jagger Brodie would wind up running into them a second Friday in a row? Slim to none, for Sweet Genevieve’s wasn’t in walking distance from the office, and most of the staff didn’t want to mess with getting in and out of the parking garage at lunchtime.
“What kind of food does this place have?” Jocelyn asked from the backseat of Tabby’s car.
“New Orleans type stuff,” Tabby answered. “I mean, after all, it is a blues and jazz place.”
“So, like, fish?” Jocelyn asked.
“I guess,” Tabby said.
“And just who are you so busily texting, Naomi?” Emmy asked then.
Tabby glanced in her rearview mirror to see Naomi smiling, attention focused on her cell, thumbs flying at the speed of light.
“Anthony,” Naomi giggled.
“Anthony?” Jocelyn asked.
“The professor guy?” Emmy asked.
Naomi looked up from her texting, triumphantly smiling as she said, “Yes. Professor Anthony Lowery. He’s in town again this weekend, and he’s taking me to dinner tonight.”
“Oooo! Tell us if he’s a good kisser,” Emmy teased.
“I swear, Emmy. Don’t you think about anything else?” Naomi exclaimed, shaking her head in displaying disapproval—although the blush on her cheeks and the breadth of her smile spoke volumes in revealing her true feelings.
Tabby giggled as she pulled into the parking lot of Sweet Genevieve’s.
“This is it,” she announced, trying not to be distracted from looking for a parking spot as she glanced at the building.
“It looks busy,” Naomi said. “We only have an hour.”
Tabby smiled. “That’s why I called ahead and made a reservation,” she said. “I do have some brains, Naomi.”
Once she’d parked the car, Tabby hurried to get out of it. She couldn’t wait! She’d heard wonderful things about the restaurant. Her dad and mom had tried it out the week before and raved about the food and atmosphere. They felt it beat any restaurant in the city for both.
Tabby smiled as she studied the building for a moment. An old house restored to closely resemble what it had looked like a hundred or more years ago, Sweet Genevieve’s was as inviting as a dream. The building was very rustic in appearance. Its weathered wood siding reminded Tabby of something someone might see on a tour of the old South, maybe something near a river or bayou. What looked to be lilac trees enveloped its perimeter, and Tabby could only imagine how alluring the scene would be in late spring when the lilacs were in full bloom.
“Okay, Tabby,” Naomi said, smiling. “I like it.”
Tabby smiled, enchanted as they crossed the parking lot to hear classic blues music drifting over the air. The outward appearance of the restaurant combined with the piped blues music was like a lure—some kind of hypnotic lure one could almost taste—at least for Tabby.
Stepping into the restaurant had an even more sensational effect on her. The lights were dimmed, naturally, the entire interior done in roughly finished wood. Spanish moss hung from the large ceiling beams painted to look like cypress limbs. Fishnets adorned many of the walls, and in one corner was a water feature with a pond at its base filled with fish. Several taxidermied alligators were placed in and about the entry, and several small boats turned upside down served as benches. The entire ambiance of the restaurant was surreal. Tabby felt as if she’d stepped out of the office and into some
Throughout the week, there were several other incidents—occasions where Tabby found herself unexpectedly face-to-face with Jagger Brodie. Each time she’d tried to appear calm and unaffected—and each time she was nearly certain she’d failed miserably.
At long last, Friday showed up. All week Tabby had been looking forward to Friday’s lunch. After days of feeling jittery and sort of uncertain somehow, she hoped lunch out with the girls at Sweet Genevieve’s would help her settle down a bit. After all, what were the odds Jagger Brodie would wind up running into them a second Friday in a row? Slim to none, for Sweet Genevieve’s wasn’t in walking distance from the office, and most of the staff didn’t want to mess with getting in and out of the parking garage at lunchtime.
“What kind of food does this place have?” Jocelyn asked from the backseat of Tabby’s car.
“New Orleans type stuff,” Tabby answered. “I mean, after all, it is a blues and jazz place.”
“So, like, fish?” Jocelyn asked.
“I guess,” Tabby said.
“And just who are you so busily texting, Naomi?” Emmy asked then.
Tabby glanced in her rearview mirror to see Naomi smiling, attention focused on her cell, thumbs flying at the speed of light.
“Anthony,” Naomi giggled.
“Anthony?” Jocelyn asked.
“The professor guy?” Emmy asked.
Naomi looked up from her texting, triumphantly smiling as she said, “Yes. Professor Anthony Lowery. He’s in town again this weekend, and he’s taking me to dinner tonight.”
“Oooo! Tell us if he’s a good kisser,” Emmy teased.
“I swear, Emmy. Don’t you think about anything else?” Naomi exclaimed, shaking her head in displaying disapproval—although the blush on her cheeks and the breadth of her smile spoke volumes in revealing her true feelings.
Tabby giggled as she pulled into the parking lot of Sweet Genevieve’s.
“This is it,” she announced, trying not to be distracted from looking for a parking spot as she glanced at the building.
“It looks busy,” Naomi said. “We only have an hour.”
Tabby smiled. “That’s why I called ahead and made a reservation,” she said. “I do have some brains, Naomi.”
Once she’d parked the car, Tabby hurried to get out of it. She couldn’t wait! She’d heard wonderful things about the restaurant. Her dad and mom had tried it out the week before and raved about the food and atmosphere. They felt it beat any restaurant in the city for both.
Tabby smiled as she studied the building for a moment. An old house restored to closely resemble what it had looked like a hundred or more years ago, Sweet Genevieve’s was as inviting as a dream. The building was very rustic in appearance. Its weathered wood siding reminded Tabby of something someone might see on a tour of the old South, maybe something near a river or bayou. What looked to be lilac trees enveloped its perimeter, and Tabby could only imagine how alluring the scene would be in late spring when the lilacs were in full bloom.
“Okay, Tabby,” Naomi said, smiling. “I like it.”
Tabby smiled, enchanted as they crossed the parking lot to hear classic blues music drifting over the air. The outward appearance of the restaurant combined with the piped blues music was like a lure—some kind of hypnotic lure one could almost taste—at least for Tabby.
Stepping into the restaurant had an even more sensational effect on her. The lights were dimmed, naturally, the entire interior done in roughly finished wood. Spanish moss hung from the large ceiling beams painted to look like cypress limbs. Fishnets adorned many of the walls, and in one corner was a water feature with a pond at its base filled with fish. Several taxidermied alligators were placed in and about the entry, and several small boats turned upside down served as benches. The entire ambiance of the restaurant was surreal. Tabby felt as if she’d stepped out of the office and into some
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