pointed toward the front of the room. “Thanks again for coming, Cassidy. And Danielle, it was really nice to meet you.”
“Likewise. Happy birthday, Harper.”
As she watched Harper guide a wobbly Vanessa in the other direction, Cassidy wondered what it would be like to be twenty-five again. If she were to do it all over, knowing what she did now, would her life turn out differently?
The real question was, would she want it to?
She felt a rush of happiness as she realized that the answer was no.
Despite the occasional bout of self-doubt, her life was pretty good just as it was.
Cassidy was just about to bite into her second piece of pizza when she heard her phone chime. She set the slice down and began digging around in her purse.
Danielle gave her a look. “You’re not going to eat this cheesy deliciousness while it’s hot?”
“I just want to see who the text is from.”
“You mean you want to see if high-school guy texted you.”
Cassidy smiled as she dug. “Perhaps.”
Danielle kept eating her pizza. “It would have to be a pretty steamy text to pull me away from this greasy slice of heaven right now.”
Cassidy looked at her phone and let out a tiny squeal. “Three text messages in a row! All from him!”
“What do they say?”
“The first one says, ‘Four tequila shots and counting.’ The second one says, ‘I’m hammered. Have I told you I think ur beautiful?’ And the third one says, ‘Ur so pretty. So so pretty.’”
“No way.”
Cassidy showed her the phone. “Read for yourself.”
Danielle looked at the screen and nodded. “He’s definitely into you.”
Cassidy pressed the phone against her heart. “Brandon Forrester likes me,” she whispered.
Danielle gave her a look. “What is this—math class? You do realize you’re not actually in high school anymore, right?
“I sort of feel like it right now.”
“You think he’s going to ask you to the prom?”
Cassidy smiled and fluttered her eyelashes. “Maybe.”
Chapter Seven
THE NEXT MORNING Cassidy called to make an appointment for a manicure at Annabelle’s, then spent a few hours working on her novel. After lunch she was on her way out the door to the salon when her phone rang. She smiled when she saw the name on the display.
Brandon!
She locked her front door and tossed the keys into her purse. “Well, hello there, Mr. Multiple Tequila Shots, how are we feeling today?”
“Not well. Did I wake you up from your nap?”
She laughed. “You’re good. Way to deflect the heckling.”
“I’m an attorney. It’s all about diversion and plausible denial. So did I wake you?”
“For the record, it’s not three o’clock yet, so no, you didn’t. What happened last night? By the way, I’m about to get into an elevator right now, so if I lose you, don’t think I hung up on you.”
“If I tell you about last night, I fear you may hang up on me, then possibly delete me from your phone.”
“Oh, really? Now you must tell me. Getting in the elevator right now.”
“I rode the bull at the Old Pro.”
Her jaw dropped as she pressed the button for the lobby. “No way.”
“It’s true.”
She covered her mouth with her hand. “I can’t believe it.” Much to the chagrin of many a well-heeled Palo Alto resident, the Old Pro sports bar featured a mechanical bull in a back corner.
“I bet it’s been a while since a gray-haired father of two has been on that thing.”
She felt her face contort a bit. “I can’t even imagine what that looked like.”
“Please don’t try to. It wasn’t a pretty sight.”
“I would have paid to see it. Did anyone take a video?”
“Oh God, let’s hope not. That could put my firm out of business. Is it too early to order Chinese food?”
She stepped out of the elevator and glanced at the big clock mounted on the lobby wall. It was five minutes before one o’clock, at least on the East Coast. “Are Chinese restaurants open at ten in the morning?”
“I
“Likewise. Happy birthday, Harper.”
As she watched Harper guide a wobbly Vanessa in the other direction, Cassidy wondered what it would be like to be twenty-five again. If she were to do it all over, knowing what she did now, would her life turn out differently?
The real question was, would she want it to?
She felt a rush of happiness as she realized that the answer was no.
Despite the occasional bout of self-doubt, her life was pretty good just as it was.
Cassidy was just about to bite into her second piece of pizza when she heard her phone chime. She set the slice down and began digging around in her purse.
Danielle gave her a look. “You’re not going to eat this cheesy deliciousness while it’s hot?”
“I just want to see who the text is from.”
“You mean you want to see if high-school guy texted you.”
Cassidy smiled as she dug. “Perhaps.”
Danielle kept eating her pizza. “It would have to be a pretty steamy text to pull me away from this greasy slice of heaven right now.”
Cassidy looked at her phone and let out a tiny squeal. “Three text messages in a row! All from him!”
“What do they say?”
“The first one says, ‘Four tequila shots and counting.’ The second one says, ‘I’m hammered. Have I told you I think ur beautiful?’ And the third one says, ‘Ur so pretty. So so pretty.’”
“No way.”
Cassidy showed her the phone. “Read for yourself.”
Danielle looked at the screen and nodded. “He’s definitely into you.”
Cassidy pressed the phone against her heart. “Brandon Forrester likes me,” she whispered.
Danielle gave her a look. “What is this—math class? You do realize you’re not actually in high school anymore, right?
“I sort of feel like it right now.”
“You think he’s going to ask you to the prom?”
Cassidy smiled and fluttered her eyelashes. “Maybe.”
Chapter Seven
THE NEXT MORNING Cassidy called to make an appointment for a manicure at Annabelle’s, then spent a few hours working on her novel. After lunch she was on her way out the door to the salon when her phone rang. She smiled when she saw the name on the display.
Brandon!
She locked her front door and tossed the keys into her purse. “Well, hello there, Mr. Multiple Tequila Shots, how are we feeling today?”
“Not well. Did I wake you up from your nap?”
She laughed. “You’re good. Way to deflect the heckling.”
“I’m an attorney. It’s all about diversion and plausible denial. So did I wake you?”
“For the record, it’s not three o’clock yet, so no, you didn’t. What happened last night? By the way, I’m about to get into an elevator right now, so if I lose you, don’t think I hung up on you.”
“If I tell you about last night, I fear you may hang up on me, then possibly delete me from your phone.”
“Oh, really? Now you must tell me. Getting in the elevator right now.”
“I rode the bull at the Old Pro.”
Her jaw dropped as she pressed the button for the lobby. “No way.”
“It’s true.”
She covered her mouth with her hand. “I can’t believe it.” Much to the chagrin of many a well-heeled Palo Alto resident, the Old Pro sports bar featured a mechanical bull in a back corner.
“I bet it’s been a while since a gray-haired father of two has been on that thing.”
She felt her face contort a bit. “I can’t even imagine what that looked like.”
“Please don’t try to. It wasn’t a pretty sight.”
“I would have paid to see it. Did anyone take a video?”
“Oh God, let’s hope not. That could put my firm out of business. Is it too early to order Chinese food?”
She stepped out of the elevator and glanced at the big clock mounted on the lobby wall. It was five minutes before one o’clock, at least on the East Coast. “Are Chinese restaurants open at ten in the morning?”
“I
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