time-travel, no laws were broken.”
Lord help me, Etta thought. But she did just tell Jenny she’d trust her with her life, and she was sticking to that.
Chapter Thirteen
Gentlemen Prefer Brunettes
Present Reality
I f they gave out prizes for relationships, I’d win Grand Champion as the World’s Worst Girlfriend. I’ve neglected Alex and I feel it’s time to make it up to him, so I call and ask him out to dinner. Not only has it been days since we’ve spent any quality time together, but I feel guilty about going behind his back by talking to Cooper. Yup, worst girlfriend EVER.
With Alex’s crazy law school schedule, I can’t say he himself hasn’t left me alone on occasion, but he always manages to find ways to make time to be with me, or at the very least, let me know he’s thinking of me, whether it’s an early morning coffee drive-by, or a phone call to let me know he’s thinking of me.
So it makes me feel even more like a heel when Alex doesn’t say anything about my absentee status the last few days when he picks me up for our date. When we arrive at the restaurant, he promptly pulls my chair out at the table, and extra miles are added to my never-ending guilt trip.
“Alessandro’s is one of my favorite restaurants. Glad you remembered.” He smiles as he seats himself across from me at the table.
It’s one of the older restaurants in town, as well as one of the nicer ones. It ain’t cheap, but then, neither is my relationship with Alex. I hope bringing him here will make up for some of the distance I’ve put between us.
“I know, I know. I haven’t been the best girlfriend lately, and I’m sorry. Forgive me?”
I may have reservations about our relationship, but I’m determined to make this work between us. There’s too much uncertainty in my life, especially now, and I really want to make solid decisions for myself.
“You know I’m just messing with you, Etta. Besides, it if it means us coming here by way of an apology, consider yourself forgiven.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. For what these entrees cost, this is going to set me back almost two paychecks, but Alex seems to be in good spirits, so I hope this makes up for my behavior. That is until our waiter arrives to take our order—I almost choke on my sip of water.
It’s Cooper dressed up as one of the servers. Is he serious?
“And how are y’all doing this fine evening? Is the lovely couple ready to order?” He lays his Southern drawl pretty thick, which is kind of funny, since most of the wait staff try to imitate an Italian accent around here.
“What are you doing here,” I hiss.
I look to see if Alex notices anything weird, but he seems to be amused by Cooper’s enthusiasm that he doesn’t notice my irritation. He gives the menu another once over before ordering, giving me another opportunity to glower at Cooper.
“Yeah, I think we’ll start with the
Ostriche Freshe al Limone
and for the main course, I’ll go with the
Bistecca Delmonico
. Etta, what are you having?”
Huh? What did he just order? I took French in high school, not Italian. I glance back at the menu and realize he simply ordered oysters on the half shell and a ribeye. I’m so relieved he didn’t actually order ostrich that I don’t balk at the price of his dinner selection.
“Uh, what? Oh, right. I guess I’ll have a caesar salad.” I go back to staring at Cooper, still not believing what I’m seeing. What’s he trying to do, sabotage my relationship with Alex, too? I’m trying to start fresh with him and can’t get distracted by my feelings towards Cooper.
“Excellent choice. Can I offer y’all anything to drink?” he drawls.
“Water’s fine,” I say.
“Make mine a Maker’s on the rocks.”
“Okay, great. I’ll be right back with your drink order.”
I eye Cooper suspiciously as he makes his way back to the kitchen to place our order. It takes all the willpower I have not follow right behind him and demand to know
Lord help me, Etta thought. But she did just tell Jenny she’d trust her with her life, and she was sticking to that.
Chapter Thirteen
Gentlemen Prefer Brunettes
Present Reality
I f they gave out prizes for relationships, I’d win Grand Champion as the World’s Worst Girlfriend. I’ve neglected Alex and I feel it’s time to make it up to him, so I call and ask him out to dinner. Not only has it been days since we’ve spent any quality time together, but I feel guilty about going behind his back by talking to Cooper. Yup, worst girlfriend EVER.
With Alex’s crazy law school schedule, I can’t say he himself hasn’t left me alone on occasion, but he always manages to find ways to make time to be with me, or at the very least, let me know he’s thinking of me, whether it’s an early morning coffee drive-by, or a phone call to let me know he’s thinking of me.
So it makes me feel even more like a heel when Alex doesn’t say anything about my absentee status the last few days when he picks me up for our date. When we arrive at the restaurant, he promptly pulls my chair out at the table, and extra miles are added to my never-ending guilt trip.
“Alessandro’s is one of my favorite restaurants. Glad you remembered.” He smiles as he seats himself across from me at the table.
It’s one of the older restaurants in town, as well as one of the nicer ones. It ain’t cheap, but then, neither is my relationship with Alex. I hope bringing him here will make up for some of the distance I’ve put between us.
“I know, I know. I haven’t been the best girlfriend lately, and I’m sorry. Forgive me?”
I may have reservations about our relationship, but I’m determined to make this work between us. There’s too much uncertainty in my life, especially now, and I really want to make solid decisions for myself.
“You know I’m just messing with you, Etta. Besides, it if it means us coming here by way of an apology, consider yourself forgiven.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. For what these entrees cost, this is going to set me back almost two paychecks, but Alex seems to be in good spirits, so I hope this makes up for my behavior. That is until our waiter arrives to take our order—I almost choke on my sip of water.
It’s Cooper dressed up as one of the servers. Is he serious?
“And how are y’all doing this fine evening? Is the lovely couple ready to order?” He lays his Southern drawl pretty thick, which is kind of funny, since most of the wait staff try to imitate an Italian accent around here.
“What are you doing here,” I hiss.
I look to see if Alex notices anything weird, but he seems to be amused by Cooper’s enthusiasm that he doesn’t notice my irritation. He gives the menu another once over before ordering, giving me another opportunity to glower at Cooper.
“Yeah, I think we’ll start with the
Ostriche Freshe al Limone
and for the main course, I’ll go with the
Bistecca Delmonico
. Etta, what are you having?”
Huh? What did he just order? I took French in high school, not Italian. I glance back at the menu and realize he simply ordered oysters on the half shell and a ribeye. I’m so relieved he didn’t actually order ostrich that I don’t balk at the price of his dinner selection.
“Uh, what? Oh, right. I guess I’ll have a caesar salad.” I go back to staring at Cooper, still not believing what I’m seeing. What’s he trying to do, sabotage my relationship with Alex, too? I’m trying to start fresh with him and can’t get distracted by my feelings towards Cooper.
“Excellent choice. Can I offer y’all anything to drink?” he drawls.
“Water’s fine,” I say.
“Make mine a Maker’s on the rocks.”
“Okay, great. I’ll be right back with your drink order.”
I eye Cooper suspiciously as he makes his way back to the kitchen to place our order. It takes all the willpower I have not follow right behind him and demand to know
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