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rain cap on her head, roared the engine of her Cadillac, and peeled away from the curb, the plastic ties of her rain cap flapping in the evening breeze in time with her annoyance.
I wasn’t the only one a mess; my life was a mess, and I’d had about as much as I could take. I was trying to save the carnival, but no one seemed to care, and my love life was nonexistent. Maybe it was time I did something about it. Forget everyone else; I was going to start thinking of me.
5
Saturday night was finally here. The auction had gone great, raising lots of money for Animal Angels. Granny wasn’t happy because the Knitting Nanas’ afghan pulled in a slightly bigger price than the Sewing Sisters’ quilt. Now all she had left was the bakeoff, and she’d be darned if she’d let either the Ninnies or Bernadette Baldwin win.
Needless to say, I’d never looked forward to a date more than I did that night, for many reasons.
“I passed Mimi Pots today in town. Looks like she traded in that old rusted truck of hers for a new car,” Mitch said.
“That’s not the only thing that’s new. You should see her. She’s had quite the makeover. She’s even made a friend in Bernadette.”
“Really? How did all of this come about?”
“Abigail and Chuck’s wedding.”
“Ah,” Mitch said, but at the mention of the word wedding , his face had paled dramatically. “You, uh, you look good,” he said in a deep voice, his intensely fierce dark gaze roaming over every inch of me and lingering on my features.
If I didn’t know him as well as I did, it would be intimidating. To me it was endearing because, like the cards had shown, he needed me to soften him up. To tame the beast. This was all new to him. He hadn’t dated in a very long time, and expressing his feelings didn’t come easily for him.
That’s why I was looking forward to this carnival week ending soon. Some time alone with no distractions or drama was exactly what we needed if we were going to give us a fighting chance.
“I like what you’ve done with your hair,” he added.
“Thanks.” I smiled warmly, pleased he’d noticed.
I’d let Jo talk me into darker blond lowlights, and I’d left my hair soft and natural instead of my gelled spiky style. She’d also convinced me to wear dangling, pale green stone earrings that matched my eyes, as well as a matching gauzy green cocktail dress. While it wasn’t my usual style, I had to admit I felt like a princess.
“It’s the truth.” He hoisted a shoulder and looked away uncomfortably.
“You look very handsome tonight,” I responded in kind.
I let my eyes drink in the sight of him. He’d semi-tamed his thick, black tresses and had even shaved his face, but the shadow on his cheeks was still somewhat there. And he’d replaced his usual jeans, dress shirt, and sport coat with black dress slacks and a burgundy-colored, silk shirt that caressed his impressive shoulders and chest, much in the way I was longing to do.
He gave me one sharp nod in thanks and then picked up his menu, saying casually, “Maybe we can go back to my place for a nightcap.”
“I’d like that,” I said softly. Morty had been in a mood when Mitch had picked me up. A nightcap at his place sounded perfect.
We’d chosen to eat at Papas Greek restaurant. The first case we’d worked together, we’d spent a fair amount of time there. And since the last guy I’d dated had taken me to Nikko’s Italian restaurant, that place was out of the question. Neither one of us wanted any negative memories intruding on our very first official date.
Like most of the businesses in Divinity, Papas had a theme. They’d chosen ancient Athens. I just loved the marble statues of godlike men and women, and the food was incredible. The night couldn’t be more perfect.
“Ready to order?” our waiter asked.
I was about to say something when Mitch’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and then frowned. “It’s Captain Walker. He wouldn’t
I wasn’t the only one a mess; my life was a mess, and I’d had about as much as I could take. I was trying to save the carnival, but no one seemed to care, and my love life was nonexistent. Maybe it was time I did something about it. Forget everyone else; I was going to start thinking of me.
5
Saturday night was finally here. The auction had gone great, raising lots of money for Animal Angels. Granny wasn’t happy because the Knitting Nanas’ afghan pulled in a slightly bigger price than the Sewing Sisters’ quilt. Now all she had left was the bakeoff, and she’d be darned if she’d let either the Ninnies or Bernadette Baldwin win.
Needless to say, I’d never looked forward to a date more than I did that night, for many reasons.
“I passed Mimi Pots today in town. Looks like she traded in that old rusted truck of hers for a new car,” Mitch said.
“That’s not the only thing that’s new. You should see her. She’s had quite the makeover. She’s even made a friend in Bernadette.”
“Really? How did all of this come about?”
“Abigail and Chuck’s wedding.”
“Ah,” Mitch said, but at the mention of the word wedding , his face had paled dramatically. “You, uh, you look good,” he said in a deep voice, his intensely fierce dark gaze roaming over every inch of me and lingering on my features.
If I didn’t know him as well as I did, it would be intimidating. To me it was endearing because, like the cards had shown, he needed me to soften him up. To tame the beast. This was all new to him. He hadn’t dated in a very long time, and expressing his feelings didn’t come easily for him.
That’s why I was looking forward to this carnival week ending soon. Some time alone with no distractions or drama was exactly what we needed if we were going to give us a fighting chance.
“I like what you’ve done with your hair,” he added.
“Thanks.” I smiled warmly, pleased he’d noticed.
I’d let Jo talk me into darker blond lowlights, and I’d left my hair soft and natural instead of my gelled spiky style. She’d also convinced me to wear dangling, pale green stone earrings that matched my eyes, as well as a matching gauzy green cocktail dress. While it wasn’t my usual style, I had to admit I felt like a princess.
“It’s the truth.” He hoisted a shoulder and looked away uncomfortably.
“You look very handsome tonight,” I responded in kind.
I let my eyes drink in the sight of him. He’d semi-tamed his thick, black tresses and had even shaved his face, but the shadow on his cheeks was still somewhat there. And he’d replaced his usual jeans, dress shirt, and sport coat with black dress slacks and a burgundy-colored, silk shirt that caressed his impressive shoulders and chest, much in the way I was longing to do.
He gave me one sharp nod in thanks and then picked up his menu, saying casually, “Maybe we can go back to my place for a nightcap.”
“I’d like that,” I said softly. Morty had been in a mood when Mitch had picked me up. A nightcap at his place sounded perfect.
We’d chosen to eat at Papas Greek restaurant. The first case we’d worked together, we’d spent a fair amount of time there. And since the last guy I’d dated had taken me to Nikko’s Italian restaurant, that place was out of the question. Neither one of us wanted any negative memories intruding on our very first official date.
Like most of the businesses in Divinity, Papas had a theme. They’d chosen ancient Athens. I just loved the marble statues of godlike men and women, and the food was incredible. The night couldn’t be more perfect.
“Ready to order?” our waiter asked.
I was about to say something when Mitch’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and then frowned. “It’s Captain Walker. He wouldn’t
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