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From: “Sanfrandani”
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: Made it
What can I bring?
To: “Sanfrandani”
From: “Bigbrother”
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Made it
I won’t suggest dessert.
To: “Bigbrother”
From: “Sanfrandani”
I have no problem providing dessert as long as it’s not assumed to be me.
P.S. Looking forward to Friday.
Bryce smiled. So was he.
CHAPTER FIVE
N OT a date, Dani reminded herself as she adjusted the shoulder strap of her bag and walked along a path at the Palace of Fine Arts. That was all she had to remember tonight and she’d be fine.
Marissa had e-mailed, calling the not-a-date with Bryce strictly another information-gathering meeting. Grace had agreed in an e-mail of her own, suggesting Dani keep the conversation tonight focused on Blinddatebrides.com and his online dating experiences.
Good advice from both her friends, except for one thing…
Dani wanted this to be a real date.
Not that she wanted a boyfriend per se, but she wanted to see Bryce, to spend time with him. And, to be honest, she couldn’t care less if Blinddatebrides.com even came up in the conversation.
On her right, two swans swam across the lake. Elegant and graceful, a pair mated for life.
She watched them, feeling a little envious. Not that she wanted a husband in the near future, if ever, but the idea of something lasting a lifetime was beginning to appeal to her heart and soul. Nothing in her life had ever lasted long.
Was it so horrible to want forever? Or to want to go on a date with Bryce?
He was a really nice guy. She enjoyed his company. No sense pretending she didn’t because of what might happen.
One date wouldn’t stop her from finding a new job or moving forward with her life. One date wouldn’t make her dependent on someone. One date wouldn’t change anything.
Dani walked to the exact center of the Romanesque rotunda and looked up at the top of the dome.
The vastness of the structure made her feel so small, so inconsequential. The way she’d felt ever since being laid off from her dream job. She hated feeling this way, floundering and frustrated and living a lie. That wasn’t the kind of person she’d strived to be all these years. Dani wanted to make something of herself, make a difference, but she felt as if she were standing on a playground merry-go-round being spun around by a group of mean kids with no way to get off.
She wanted off. Out.
Dani was tired of things being out of her control, of struggling to check the next item off her to-do list. She needed to lighten up and have fun. Tonight with Bryce would be a good start.
So might something else. She remembered a piece of trivia she’d read about this place on a San Francisco tourist Web site.
Dani clapped her hands together once. The sound echoed perfectly through the dome.
“I used to do that when I was a kid.”
She jumped, startled by Bryce’s voice. He looked handsome in a green polo shirt and khaki pants. With his casually styled hair and steady grin, he reminded her more of a fashion model than a computer geek. Except for the paper bag he held.
“You don’t have to be a kid to do it,” she challenged.
His gaze, intense and unwavering, met hers. “Step aside.”
She did.
Bryce handed her the bag. The scent of rosemary wafted out. He positioned himself at the center, looked up at thedome’s ceiling and clapped. The sharp sound echoed through the rotunda. “Satisfied?”
“Very.”
“Me, too.”
The way he studied her made her think she’d gotten a smudge of dirt on her face. “What?”
“You wore your hair down.”
She tucked her hair behind her ears. “I couldn’t find my bandana.”
“Your hair’s longer than I thought it would
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