doing the right thing, you mean having dinner with a law-abiding officer of our community who also happens to be a handsome member of the opposite sex, then yes.” Sometimes Kate could put things in perspective very rapidly.
“Yeah, but what if he’s...” Nancy had almost said the thing that had been on her mind since Doug had asked her to dinner. What if he’s younger than m e? She just couldn’t bring herself to utter the words, even to Kate.
Kate dove into Nancy’s closet and pulled out an outfit. When Nancy saw the black jeans and pumpkin-colored sweater, she started to protest.
“Honey! I can’t wear that to dinner!”
“Okay. But if you wear anything fancier, you’ll be way overdressed. He’s wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Besides, the sweater’s color brings out your eyes.”
“Oh.” Nancy was somewhat taken aback. “Oh, okay. Good. Well then.” She went into her bathroom and turned the hair dryer towards her hair, wishing for the first time that she’d spent the money on highlights.
“Mom, do you want your boots or sneakers?” Kate’s voice was muffled by the closet doors behind which her head was buried.
Nancy turned off the hair dryer and loudly whispered, “What’s he wearing?”
“Don’t know. I’ll go find out.” Kate loudly whispered back with an impish grin. Then she hurried out of the room before Nancy could stop her.
Oh, for Pete’s sake! The man is going to think we’re nuts.
Within seconds Kate was back and closed the door behind her.
“Boots. Definitely boots.” Kate’s smile was huge and contained a bit of the-cat-who-ate-the-canary to it.
Nancy finished blow-drying her hair and threw on some make-up. Oh how she wished the costume lipstick hadn’t stained her mouth. Maybe if she put a light gloss over it, it would even out.
Finally, after pulling on her jeans (why hadn’t she’d lost those 12 pounds?) and putting on her sweater (too bright? too tight?) she decided that she was as ready as she was going to get.
“You look fine, Mom! In fact, you look really good.” Kate was handing Nancy her purse. “Do you have money? Your cell phone?”
Pausing, Nancy and Kate looked at each other and then burst out laughing. When had their roles reversed?
Nancy walked out into the living room. Doug stood up from the couch when she entered. His jeans fit just right and his sweatshirt proved that he sure kept himself in shape. He looked great!
“You look great!”
“Thank you,” she managed to say. Deep breath - she was really nervous.
“You ready?” Along with the faded jeans and a police department sweatshirt, Doug had on cowboy boots, and his hair was sort of standing up. That’s when Nancy noticed the pair of helmets on the coffee table.
“We’re riding a motorcycle?”
Doug seemed to hesitate. “Yeah. Is that all right with you?”
“Oh, yes! I love motorcycles!” Nancy hadn’t ridden in years. Jonathon used to own a touring bike, but it had become less and less fun to ride with him, and Nancy didn’t ride on her own.
Doug’s smile came back. “Good!” He walked forward, carrying the two helmets, one in each hand. “Let’s go, then.” Oh my! His walk was 90% male, 10% predator and 100% exciting! Nancy felt her pulse already
“Yeah, but what if he’s...” Nancy had almost said the thing that had been on her mind since Doug had asked her to dinner. What if he’s younger than m e? She just couldn’t bring herself to utter the words, even to Kate.
Kate dove into Nancy’s closet and pulled out an outfit. When Nancy saw the black jeans and pumpkin-colored sweater, she started to protest.
“Honey! I can’t wear that to dinner!”
“Okay. But if you wear anything fancier, you’ll be way overdressed. He’s wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Besides, the sweater’s color brings out your eyes.”
“Oh.” Nancy was somewhat taken aback. “Oh, okay. Good. Well then.” She went into her bathroom and turned the hair dryer towards her hair, wishing for the first time that she’d spent the money on highlights.
“Mom, do you want your boots or sneakers?” Kate’s voice was muffled by the closet doors behind which her head was buried.
Nancy turned off the hair dryer and loudly whispered, “What’s he wearing?”
“Don’t know. I’ll go find out.” Kate loudly whispered back with an impish grin. Then she hurried out of the room before Nancy could stop her.
Oh, for Pete’s sake! The man is going to think we’re nuts.
Within seconds Kate was back and closed the door behind her.
“Boots. Definitely boots.” Kate’s smile was huge and contained a bit of the-cat-who-ate-the-canary to it.
Nancy finished blow-drying her hair and threw on some make-up. Oh how she wished the costume lipstick hadn’t stained her mouth. Maybe if she put a light gloss over it, it would even out.
Finally, after pulling on her jeans (why hadn’t she’d lost those 12 pounds?) and putting on her sweater (too bright? too tight?) she decided that she was as ready as she was going to get.
“You look fine, Mom! In fact, you look really good.” Kate was handing Nancy her purse. “Do you have money? Your cell phone?”
Pausing, Nancy and Kate looked at each other and then burst out laughing. When had their roles reversed?
Nancy walked out into the living room. Doug stood up from the couch when she entered. His jeans fit just right and his sweatshirt proved that he sure kept himself in shape. He looked great!
“You look great!”
“Thank you,” she managed to say. Deep breath - she was really nervous.
“You ready?” Along with the faded jeans and a police department sweatshirt, Doug had on cowboy boots, and his hair was sort of standing up. That’s when Nancy noticed the pair of helmets on the coffee table.
“We’re riding a motorcycle?”
Doug seemed to hesitate. “Yeah. Is that all right with you?”
“Oh, yes! I love motorcycles!” Nancy hadn’t ridden in years. Jonathon used to own a touring bike, but it had become less and less fun to ride with him, and Nancy didn’t ride on her own.
Doug’s smile came back. “Good!” He walked forward, carrying the two helmets, one in each hand. “Let’s go, then.” Oh my! His walk was 90% male, 10% predator and 100% exciting! Nancy felt her pulse already
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