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“Who had a great weekend?” Hayden asked as he sat down beside Katrine.
“That would be me,” Mila said with enthusiasm.
It must have been some date.
Bet she got her some. Would like to get me some…
Katrine grinned and shook her head. “What’s so funny?” Hayden whispered against her cheek. He smelled like cold air and soap. She really smiled and turned towards him and whispered, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Would I ever.”
Sit around and pine for unavailable guy or have a little tongue fun with younger hottie? Umm, survey says, B.
Pining just wasn’t her style, so Katrine decided right then and there to give Hayden a chance. She wasn’t going to marry the guy, but she wasn’t opposed to hanging out. She knew Hayden could handle it. As for the handsome research assistant, alas, she was not his type. Or any woman, for that matter, she was disappointed to discover the week prior.
Their group conversed for a brief moment about the project assignments for the week as Professor Darwin took the podium. Katrine took a healthy gulp of her coffee, hoping the caffeine would fortify her for the next two hours of lecture.
“Katrine, wait up.” Hayden was jogging toward her on the sidewalk. She slowed and allowed him to catch up with her, then they continued towards the parking lot. “I was wondering if you were interested in being my date Friday night?.”
“Date to what?” She raised her eyebrow.
“My parents are hosting an event at a gallery downtown.”
“Oh? Who’s the artist?”
“My cousin Kimberly, actually. She’s a student at the Art Institute and a few of her pieces were featured in the school’s exhibition. When my parents heard, they wanted to throw her a party and display her art. Invite their fancy friends, etcetera etcetera,” he said, waving his hand around.
So far the two men she had met that came from wealthy families didn’t seem too keen on their parents. Well, one loved his mom… It made her glad she grew up in a middle class neighborhood. Her folks weren’t rich, but they were always comfortable. She and Maddie were always well dressed and totally content. But when she thought about it, Teddy grew up in a wealthy household and it was warm and loving, even after the divorce. So she figured it wasn’t money that made people assholes. Assholes were assholes, despite their monetary situation.
“Sounds fun. My son will be at a sleepover with his hockey team, so I’m free.”
“You have a kid?”
“Yes, is that a problem?”
“No, of course not. I was just surprised. You never mentioned him.” She found that odd.
“Teddy ring any bells?”
“Oh yeah, yeah, I’ve heard you talk about him. I guess I just missed the son part of the conversation.” He gave her a contrite smile.
“It’s okay, and don’t worry; I’m not in the new daddy market. He has a very dedicated dad, so rest easy.” She smiled and patted him on the arm, letting him know it was no biggie.
“So is that still a yes?”
“Hayden, that sounds like a perfect way to spend a Friday night.”
“Okay, so text me your address and I’ll pick you up around seven.”
She fastened the deep emerald buttons on the narrow cuffs of her dress. The silk material was a lighter shade of green, but just slightly so. The neck was high and hit right on her collar bone. The bodice was fitted, sash at the waist, and the hem hit mid-calf.
“Wish I had those emerald earrings right about now.” But her Mallarino gold chandeliers worked, too. She would more than likely never wear a pair of jewels like that again, but she was glad she had the opportunity for one night. Katrine shook her head and chuckled while slipping on her taupe heels that exposed her ankle with a delicate strap. Grabbing her taupe clutch with a gold latch was the last order of business and she was ready. She looked classy and tall.
“Thank you, six inch heels!”
Hayden opened her car
“Who had a great weekend?” Hayden asked as he sat down beside Katrine.
“That would be me,” Mila said with enthusiasm.
It must have been some date.
Bet she got her some. Would like to get me some…
Katrine grinned and shook her head. “What’s so funny?” Hayden whispered against her cheek. He smelled like cold air and soap. She really smiled and turned towards him and whispered, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Would I ever.”
Sit around and pine for unavailable guy or have a little tongue fun with younger hottie? Umm, survey says, B.
Pining just wasn’t her style, so Katrine decided right then and there to give Hayden a chance. She wasn’t going to marry the guy, but she wasn’t opposed to hanging out. She knew Hayden could handle it. As for the handsome research assistant, alas, she was not his type. Or any woman, for that matter, she was disappointed to discover the week prior.
Their group conversed for a brief moment about the project assignments for the week as Professor Darwin took the podium. Katrine took a healthy gulp of her coffee, hoping the caffeine would fortify her for the next two hours of lecture.
“Katrine, wait up.” Hayden was jogging toward her on the sidewalk. She slowed and allowed him to catch up with her, then they continued towards the parking lot. “I was wondering if you were interested in being my date Friday night?.”
“Date to what?” She raised her eyebrow.
“My parents are hosting an event at a gallery downtown.”
“Oh? Who’s the artist?”
“My cousin Kimberly, actually. She’s a student at the Art Institute and a few of her pieces were featured in the school’s exhibition. When my parents heard, they wanted to throw her a party and display her art. Invite their fancy friends, etcetera etcetera,” he said, waving his hand around.
So far the two men she had met that came from wealthy families didn’t seem too keen on their parents. Well, one loved his mom… It made her glad she grew up in a middle class neighborhood. Her folks weren’t rich, but they were always comfortable. She and Maddie were always well dressed and totally content. But when she thought about it, Teddy grew up in a wealthy household and it was warm and loving, even after the divorce. So she figured it wasn’t money that made people assholes. Assholes were assholes, despite their monetary situation.
“Sounds fun. My son will be at a sleepover with his hockey team, so I’m free.”
“You have a kid?”
“Yes, is that a problem?”
“No, of course not. I was just surprised. You never mentioned him.” She found that odd.
“Teddy ring any bells?”
“Oh yeah, yeah, I’ve heard you talk about him. I guess I just missed the son part of the conversation.” He gave her a contrite smile.
“It’s okay, and don’t worry; I’m not in the new daddy market. He has a very dedicated dad, so rest easy.” She smiled and patted him on the arm, letting him know it was no biggie.
“So is that still a yes?”
“Hayden, that sounds like a perfect way to spend a Friday night.”
“Okay, so text me your address and I’ll pick you up around seven.”
She fastened the deep emerald buttons on the narrow cuffs of her dress. The silk material was a lighter shade of green, but just slightly so. The neck was high and hit right on her collar bone. The bodice was fitted, sash at the waist, and the hem hit mid-calf.
“Wish I had those emerald earrings right about now.” But her Mallarino gold chandeliers worked, too. She would more than likely never wear a pair of jewels like that again, but she was glad she had the opportunity for one night. Katrine shook her head and chuckled while slipping on her taupe heels that exposed her ankle with a delicate strap. Grabbing her taupe clutch with a gold latch was the last order of business and she was ready. She looked classy and tall.
“Thank you, six inch heels!”
Hayden opened her car
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