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“Why?”
“I promised Fiona I would do her hair for her date tonight.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t she a stylist? Can’t she do her own hair?”
Lucy shook her head. “Not really. It’s like how dentists don’t clean their own teeth, ya know?”
I stood up and pushed my chair in. “I guess. Who’s she going out with?”
“Peter, the children’s hospital guy.”
“Damn. So he’s a keeper?”
“Yeah. Or at least he’s her first Tinder match who isn’t a total douche bag.”
I sighed.
“Rain check?”
“Sure,” I said, walking over to open the car door for her while she threw her napkins in the trash.
“You don’t have to open the door for me.”
“And you don’t have to make me so damn hard, but you do anyway.”
“Jesus,” she said, rolling her eyes and taking a seat in the car.
“Hey,” I said, turning to her when I got in beside her. “Maybe you could do Claire’s hair for her wedding seeing as how you’re in such high demand.”
Lucy’s eyes grew wide. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve offered. I just figured she already had somebody picked out and Nancy approved.”
“If she doesn’t, would you do it?”
“Of course,” she said. “Please tell her I would be happy to, and not that it matters, but it would save her some money.”
I started the car. “I’m sure she would pay you.”
“Absolutely not. She can pay me in free drinks afterwards.”
“That can definitely be arranged.”
Lucy was quiet on the way home, but warm, too, much like the summer evening.
I pulled in across from her building. “Shame you don’t have more time.”
“Next time we’ll skip the ice cream,” she said, batting her eyelashes.
I reached across the console and rested my palm against her cheek. “Deal,” I said, leaning in and pressing my lips to hers. I kissed her softly, letting my sugar coated tongue drift into her mouth for a taste of her that could hold me over till next time.
When I finally pulled back, her eyes were shiny and she bit her lip. “Maybe I should forget about Fiona.”
“Oh no you don’t,” I said. “I’ll never hear the end of it.”
She smiled. “Thanks.”
I reached into the backseat. “And don’t forget your flowers.”
She put her hands around the plastic covered bouquet and got out of the car. Then she waved at me with her fingers as she crossed the street, still smiling as she looked away.
And I couldn’t believe it.
I hadn’t even gotten lucky, and I still felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
