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Authors: Wendy Delaney
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us, so he invited me to dinner. End of story.”
A tiny frown line etched a path between Donna’s perfectly arched brows. “Well, that’s disappointing.” She fluffed my bangs and then stepped back, assessing me. “Better, but sweetie, you need to come in and let me give you a haircut.”
I needed a lot of things and silence on the subject of who I was or wasn’t dating was at the top of my list. “I’ll make an appointment next week.” I gave her a hug. “I’d better get back before he thinks I fell in.”
Damage contained, I reached for the door.
“Wait a minute,” she said, checking her lipstick in the mirror. “You didn’t tell me. Who’s the guy?”
Arrgghh! “The guy?”
Donna turned around, her cell phone in hand. “Yes, silly. Who cancelled on you because we should send him a picture to show him what he missed.”
Oh, I had every intention of showing Steve what he’d missed. “Just a guy I know through work.” Almost true. “It was a first date, so it’s not like—”
“Smile!” Donna said, snapping a picture of me. “I’ll send this to you in case you change your mind.”
I wouldn’t because Steve would be seeing the real thing later. “I need to get back. Talk to you soon.”
“Okay, but I want news if there are any developments on the Dr. Yummy front.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” I muttered as I stepped out of the ladies’ room, arriving back at my table with my clutch bag vibrating.
Sitting behind a mostly empty salad plate, Kyle eyed my bag. “Everything okay with your grandmother?”
“She’s fine. Sorry I took so long.” I reached for my salad fork and my bag buzzed again.
“You’re sure? Because if you need to get that—”
“I don’t. She has a new phone and is learning how to text.” I rolled my eyes for effect when I heard my phone vibrating for the third time.
Hell’s bells. What was Donna doing?
I pulled my phone out of my bag. “I’ll just send her another message to let her know that I can’t talk right now. She obviously didn’t get the last one.”
Pressing a button to view Donna’s last three text messages, I saw that she’d sent me two pictures separated by this message: If you ever want to make that guy jealous, show him this pic of Dr. Yummy.
I opened the picture attached to her next text—a zoomed-in view of Kyle and me gazing into one another’s eyes like star-crossed lovers. “Criminy!” I immediately deleted it.
Kyle reached for the wine bottle to refill his glass. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“She’s playing with her camera now.”
He topped off my glass. “Let’s see what she sent you.”
“Trust me, you don’t want to see pictures of her cat.” I tucked my phone back into my bag and took a much-needed long drink. “How’s the salad?”
“Great. You should try it.”
I picked up my fork to give it another go.
“Charmaine?” a deep voice said.
I looked up to see Mitch Grundy, one of my great-uncle Duke’s least favorite restaurant equipment suppliers.
Mitch wasn’t a bad guy. Duke just hated surprises, and that included cold calls by pushy salesmen.
“Good to see you,” he said, extending his hand. “It’s been a few years.”
Almost eight since the last time I’d seen him was at my wedding reception—something he’d invited himself to after hearing about the open bar.
“Yes, it has.” It also felt like years since I’d sat down to eat my salad.
Mitch glanced at Kyle, waiting for an introduction. Probably to see if I was sitting with a potential client. “Excuse me. Mitch Grundy. Dr. Kyle Cardinale,” I said, giving Kyle’s title a little emphasis so that Mitch would get the clue that there were no business prospects for him at this table.
When Mitch leaned toward Kyle to shake his hand, I noticed a woman standing behind him. Holy crap! A very familiar woman.
Mitch put his hand to her back, pressing her closer to the table. “Dr. Cardinale, Charmaine, I’d like you to
A tiny frown line etched a path between Donna’s perfectly arched brows. “Well, that’s disappointing.” She fluffed my bangs and then stepped back, assessing me. “Better, but sweetie, you need to come in and let me give you a haircut.”
I needed a lot of things and silence on the subject of who I was or wasn’t dating was at the top of my list. “I’ll make an appointment next week.” I gave her a hug. “I’d better get back before he thinks I fell in.”
Damage contained, I reached for the door.
“Wait a minute,” she said, checking her lipstick in the mirror. “You didn’t tell me. Who’s the guy?”
Arrgghh! “The guy?”
Donna turned around, her cell phone in hand. “Yes, silly. Who cancelled on you because we should send him a picture to show him what he missed.”
Oh, I had every intention of showing Steve what he’d missed. “Just a guy I know through work.” Almost true. “It was a first date, so it’s not like—”
“Smile!” Donna said, snapping a picture of me. “I’ll send this to you in case you change your mind.”
I wouldn’t because Steve would be seeing the real thing later. “I need to get back. Talk to you soon.”
“Okay, but I want news if there are any developments on the Dr. Yummy front.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” I muttered as I stepped out of the ladies’ room, arriving back at my table with my clutch bag vibrating.
Sitting behind a mostly empty salad plate, Kyle eyed my bag. “Everything okay with your grandmother?”
“She’s fine. Sorry I took so long.” I reached for my salad fork and my bag buzzed again.
“You’re sure? Because if you need to get that—”
“I don’t. She has a new phone and is learning how to text.” I rolled my eyes for effect when I heard my phone vibrating for the third time.
Hell’s bells. What was Donna doing?
I pulled my phone out of my bag. “I’ll just send her another message to let her know that I can’t talk right now. She obviously didn’t get the last one.”
Pressing a button to view Donna’s last three text messages, I saw that she’d sent me two pictures separated by this message: If you ever want to make that guy jealous, show him this pic of Dr. Yummy.
I opened the picture attached to her next text—a zoomed-in view of Kyle and me gazing into one another’s eyes like star-crossed lovers. “Criminy!” I immediately deleted it.
Kyle reached for the wine bottle to refill his glass. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“She’s playing with her camera now.”
He topped off my glass. “Let’s see what she sent you.”
“Trust me, you don’t want to see pictures of her cat.” I tucked my phone back into my bag and took a much-needed long drink. “How’s the salad?”
“Great. You should try it.”
I picked up my fork to give it another go.
“Charmaine?” a deep voice said.
I looked up to see Mitch Grundy, one of my great-uncle Duke’s least favorite restaurant equipment suppliers.
Mitch wasn’t a bad guy. Duke just hated surprises, and that included cold calls by pushy salesmen.
“Good to see you,” he said, extending his hand. “It’s been a few years.”
Almost eight since the last time I’d seen him was at my wedding reception—something he’d invited himself to after hearing about the open bar.
“Yes, it has.” It also felt like years since I’d sat down to eat my salad.
Mitch glanced at Kyle, waiting for an introduction. Probably to see if I was sitting with a potential client. “Excuse me. Mitch Grundy. Dr. Kyle Cardinale,” I said, giving Kyle’s title a little emphasis so that Mitch would get the clue that there were no business prospects for him at this table.
When Mitch leaned toward Kyle to shake his hand, I noticed a woman standing behind him. Holy crap! A very familiar woman.
Mitch put his hand to her back, pressing her closer to the table. “Dr. Cardinale, Charmaine, I’d like you to
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