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and yes, he did.” I take a huge bite of lemon croissant just to annoy Leah when my mouth is too full to elaborate.
“Drew. Okay, Drew then,” she says sarcastically. “And… is he the same Drew who rescued you the other day?” She stares at me expectantly, bouncing on the couch as if she were on a pogo stick.
“Yes, he is. I invited him up and we ordered sushi. And please stop bouncing, if you make me spill my coffee I may never forgive you.” I give her the evil eye and place a hand on her shoulder to stop the dizzying movement.
“And …? Did you, you know?” H er grin is going to split her face in two.
“Leah! You called me last night at eleven and I was doing yoga. I would hope that if I got lucky, it would have lasted longer than that.” I giggle at the thought. “But, we are going out again tonight.”
Leah’s eyes practically pop out of her head. “Sydney, it wasn’t eleven, it was eleven-thirty, and you are going on a second date. You. Dating. Drew from the MMA gym. Your white knight. I can’t believe it. Are you sure about this?”
“I think I really like him.” I nervously pull my croissant apart.
“Like him enough to tell him?”
“Not yet. I’m not ready for that yet. But I do have a confession.” I see Leah look at me expectantly. “I Googled my dad the other day.”
Why the hell am I telling her this? Am I on Dr. Phil or something?
“Holy shit Syd! That’s huge!” She grabs my hands and goes in for a hug.
“Wait! Stop!” I hold up my palm. “I didn’t read any articles or click any of the links. I was too scared. All I did was look at a few photos and read some of the headlines.” My heart is beating out of my chest. I remove my hands from Leah’s and take another sip of coffee. Inhaling deeply, I steel myself to continue. “There was one article that terrified me. Did you watch my dad on Barbara Walters last month?”
Leah’s mouth twists into a scowl and she pauses a moment before answering me. “No. I didn’t watch it, Syd. But I do know some of what it was about.” Her eyes shine with pity.
I throw my hand up again. “Don’t! I’m getting there, but I don’t think I want to know anything yet.” I really don’t want to know .
“Okay, but I’ll just say it was kind of sweet. When you finally do check out your dad, watch that interview first.” She pops the last bit of her croissant in her mouth and relaxes into the cushions, casually scanning the room. “Holy fuck Sydney!” Leah is pointing at something and screaming, coiling back in fear.
“What! What! Is it a rat? Do I have a rat in my house?” I jump up onto the couch and scan the room for the offensive creature.
Leah shoots up, runs over to my fireplace and snatches up the fire tongs. She whips around and with a pained expression, walks back over to the coffee table and uses the tongs to pick something up. “What on God’s green earth is this ?”
Hanging from the end of my fire tongs is Drew’s nasty old baseball hat.
Chapter 7
On the verge of hyperventilating in my bathroom, I’m attempting to take deep breaths to calm myself down before my second date with Drew. “You can do this” I keep repeating over and over again.
I move back and do a final assessment in front of the mirror. I have to admit I look hot. Leah had convinced me to spend the day with her at the spa to relax. We had e very service you could think of. I was buffed, waxed, plucked and massaged. My hair is hanging in perfect auburn waves down my back. My skin is dewy and clear. The aesthetician even managed to get rid of my ever present under-eye circles.
Drew had said to dress up, so I put on my short black Alexandre Vauthier. I love the loose long sleeve top and the tight miniskirt. I slide my feet into my beloved grommet-studded Manolos. A handful of thin gold bangles and my small gold hoop earrings and I’m ready.
I still have a few minutes to spare so I walk over to my bedroom window and watch the
“Drew. Okay, Drew then,” she says sarcastically. “And… is he the same Drew who rescued you the other day?” She stares at me expectantly, bouncing on the couch as if she were on a pogo stick.
“Yes, he is. I invited him up and we ordered sushi. And please stop bouncing, if you make me spill my coffee I may never forgive you.” I give her the evil eye and place a hand on her shoulder to stop the dizzying movement.
“And …? Did you, you know?” H er grin is going to split her face in two.
“Leah! You called me last night at eleven and I was doing yoga. I would hope that if I got lucky, it would have lasted longer than that.” I giggle at the thought. “But, we are going out again tonight.”
Leah’s eyes practically pop out of her head. “Sydney, it wasn’t eleven, it was eleven-thirty, and you are going on a second date. You. Dating. Drew from the MMA gym. Your white knight. I can’t believe it. Are you sure about this?”
“I think I really like him.” I nervously pull my croissant apart.
“Like him enough to tell him?”
“Not yet. I’m not ready for that yet. But I do have a confession.” I see Leah look at me expectantly. “I Googled my dad the other day.”
Why the hell am I telling her this? Am I on Dr. Phil or something?
“Holy shit Syd! That’s huge!” She grabs my hands and goes in for a hug.
“Wait! Stop!” I hold up my palm. “I didn’t read any articles or click any of the links. I was too scared. All I did was look at a few photos and read some of the headlines.” My heart is beating out of my chest. I remove my hands from Leah’s and take another sip of coffee. Inhaling deeply, I steel myself to continue. “There was one article that terrified me. Did you watch my dad on Barbara Walters last month?”
Leah’s mouth twists into a scowl and she pauses a moment before answering me. “No. I didn’t watch it, Syd. But I do know some of what it was about.” Her eyes shine with pity.
I throw my hand up again. “Don’t! I’m getting there, but I don’t think I want to know anything yet.” I really don’t want to know .
“Okay, but I’ll just say it was kind of sweet. When you finally do check out your dad, watch that interview first.” She pops the last bit of her croissant in her mouth and relaxes into the cushions, casually scanning the room. “Holy fuck Sydney!” Leah is pointing at something and screaming, coiling back in fear.
“What! What! Is it a rat? Do I have a rat in my house?” I jump up onto the couch and scan the room for the offensive creature.
Leah shoots up, runs over to my fireplace and snatches up the fire tongs. She whips around and with a pained expression, walks back over to the coffee table and uses the tongs to pick something up. “What on God’s green earth is this ?”
Hanging from the end of my fire tongs is Drew’s nasty old baseball hat.
Chapter 7
On the verge of hyperventilating in my bathroom, I’m attempting to take deep breaths to calm myself down before my second date with Drew. “You can do this” I keep repeating over and over again.
I move back and do a final assessment in front of the mirror. I have to admit I look hot. Leah had convinced me to spend the day with her at the spa to relax. We had e very service you could think of. I was buffed, waxed, plucked and massaged. My hair is hanging in perfect auburn waves down my back. My skin is dewy and clear. The aesthetician even managed to get rid of my ever present under-eye circles.
Drew had said to dress up, so I put on my short black Alexandre Vauthier. I love the loose long sleeve top and the tight miniskirt. I slide my feet into my beloved grommet-studded Manolos. A handful of thin gold bangles and my small gold hoop earrings and I’m ready.
I still have a few minutes to spare so I walk over to my bedroom window and watch the
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