tomorrow?”
“See you then.”
We disconnected and I just about melted into a puddle beside the nearly comatose cat.
I was actually going on a date. With a cute guy. One who’d asked me out. I might have been the one to call him, but he’d been the one to do the asking. That definitely counted.
I had to call Vicki.
I snatched up the phone and dialed her number. She answered, sounding half asleep.
“Guess what?” I asked, all but bubbling over with excitement.
“You’re pregnant?”
“What? No.” I rolled my eyes. I should have seen that one coming. “I have a date!”
We spent the next ten minutes gushing over Officer Paul Dalton and his oh-so-sexy dimples. By the time I hung up, I was so giggly, I forgot about Misfit’s catnip high. I scooped him up off the floor and spun him in a circle. Claws flashed out and he squirmed in my arms as if his life depended on it. I managed to set him down on the counter before losing any skin. He gave me a threatening glare before leaping down. He ran out of the room, fur and catnip flying in his wake.
I had a date. I actually had a date.
A horrible retching sound came from what sounded like my bedroom. I was guessing I’d find the pile on my pillow.
But oddly, I wasn’t bothered by it. With a shrug I grabbed the paper towels, a can of Spot Shot, and headed to my bedroom to clean up the mess. Right then, even Misfit’s catnip-laced hair ball couldn’t bring me down.
10
“So you called him ?”
“I did.” I smiled at Vicki. “I picked up the phone and called him right up.” I didn’t add that his mom gave me his number and I’d had no idea who I’d actually been calling. She could believe what she wanted to believe, especially if it meant I looked a little less clueless.
The bell above the door tinkled. I glanced at the door, moderately irritated about being interrupted. I was so into telling Vicki about my upcoming date, I didn’t want to stop. When I saw who came in, however, I changed my mind and my smile returned.
“A red eye?” I asked as Lena came up to the counter. Her skateboard was tucked under her arm like always. Even with her new scrapes and bruises, she appeared to be in a good mood.
“Yeah,” she said. “Thanks.”
I went to make her drink. Vicki trailed after me.
“And you are going on a date with him? Tonight? Actually with him?”
“Of course, it’s with him,” I said. I couldn’t stop smiling. In fact, I’d spent all night smiling. I’m pretty sure I giggled a few times in my sleep. “Who else would it be?”
Vicki shrugged. “With you, who knows?”
“Ha-ha,” I said flatly. “Funny.”
I made Lena’s red eye a double and carried it to the counter. She started to pay, but I shook her off. “This one is on me,” I said, feeling generous. We couldn’t really afford to be giving things away at this stage, but hey! I was in a good enough mood. I wanted to spread some of it around.
“Thanks!” she said with a grin. She scooped up her drink and headed for the door. She waved with her free hand before dropping her skateboard onto the sidewalk and riding it off into the sunset.
Or, well, wherever she was going, anyway.
Vicki waited until she was gone before grilling me some more. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” I said absently. I was staring after Lena, wondering how she didn’t spill her drink riding that thing like that. “I’m not abandoning you today.”
She laughed, which brought my attention to her, but probably for the wrong reasons. When Vicki laughed, it sounded like bells chiming and angels singing. When I laughed, it sounded more like a drunk woman with the hiccups. Why couldn’t I be as blessed as she was? It made me worry about the date and what would happen if Paul said something funny.
“No,” Vicki said with a wave of her hand. “I mean tonight. On your date.”
“Oh.” A frown crept onto my face. “I don’t know.”
“Do you know what you’re going to wear?”
I
“See you then.”
We disconnected and I just about melted into a puddle beside the nearly comatose cat.
I was actually going on a date. With a cute guy. One who’d asked me out. I might have been the one to call him, but he’d been the one to do the asking. That definitely counted.
I had to call Vicki.
I snatched up the phone and dialed her number. She answered, sounding half asleep.
“Guess what?” I asked, all but bubbling over with excitement.
“You’re pregnant?”
“What? No.” I rolled my eyes. I should have seen that one coming. “I have a date!”
We spent the next ten minutes gushing over Officer Paul Dalton and his oh-so-sexy dimples. By the time I hung up, I was so giggly, I forgot about Misfit’s catnip high. I scooped him up off the floor and spun him in a circle. Claws flashed out and he squirmed in my arms as if his life depended on it. I managed to set him down on the counter before losing any skin. He gave me a threatening glare before leaping down. He ran out of the room, fur and catnip flying in his wake.
I had a date. I actually had a date.
A horrible retching sound came from what sounded like my bedroom. I was guessing I’d find the pile on my pillow.
But oddly, I wasn’t bothered by it. With a shrug I grabbed the paper towels, a can of Spot Shot, and headed to my bedroom to clean up the mess. Right then, even Misfit’s catnip-laced hair ball couldn’t bring me down.
10
“So you called him ?”
“I did.” I smiled at Vicki. “I picked up the phone and called him right up.” I didn’t add that his mom gave me his number and I’d had no idea who I’d actually been calling. She could believe what she wanted to believe, especially if it meant I looked a little less clueless.
The bell above the door tinkled. I glanced at the door, moderately irritated about being interrupted. I was so into telling Vicki about my upcoming date, I didn’t want to stop. When I saw who came in, however, I changed my mind and my smile returned.
“A red eye?” I asked as Lena came up to the counter. Her skateboard was tucked under her arm like always. Even with her new scrapes and bruises, she appeared to be in a good mood.
“Yeah,” she said. “Thanks.”
I went to make her drink. Vicki trailed after me.
“And you are going on a date with him? Tonight? Actually with him?”
“Of course, it’s with him,” I said. I couldn’t stop smiling. In fact, I’d spent all night smiling. I’m pretty sure I giggled a few times in my sleep. “Who else would it be?”
Vicki shrugged. “With you, who knows?”
“Ha-ha,” I said flatly. “Funny.”
I made Lena’s red eye a double and carried it to the counter. She started to pay, but I shook her off. “This one is on me,” I said, feeling generous. We couldn’t really afford to be giving things away at this stage, but hey! I was in a good enough mood. I wanted to spread some of it around.
“Thanks!” she said with a grin. She scooped up her drink and headed for the door. She waved with her free hand before dropping her skateboard onto the sidewalk and riding it off into the sunset.
Or, well, wherever she was going, anyway.
Vicki waited until she was gone before grilling me some more. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” I said absently. I was staring after Lena, wondering how she didn’t spill her drink riding that thing like that. “I’m not abandoning you today.”
She laughed, which brought my attention to her, but probably for the wrong reasons. When Vicki laughed, it sounded like bells chiming and angels singing. When I laughed, it sounded more like a drunk woman with the hiccups. Why couldn’t I be as blessed as she was? It made me worry about the date and what would happen if Paul said something funny.
“No,” Vicki said with a wave of her hand. “I mean tonight. On your date.”
“Oh.” A frown crept onto my face. “I don’t know.”
“Do you know what you’re going to wear?”
I
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