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“Are you trying to tell me that my friend who swore off men after Denny, is actually going on a date?”
“We agreed never to mention that man’s name again.”
“I never agreed to that. He was lower than a slug. He had you believing that it was because of you it was okay for him to cheat. That asshole was gaslighting you so bad it took a year for you to get away from him.”
“But I did. And that was four years ago and two years of counseling, so yes. I’m going on a date.”
“Tell me about him.”
“I hardly know anything about him. We’re going out for lunch. His brother owns the house I’m renting—”
“The hottie brother, Beau? The guy who’s in the military?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
“Does he look like him?”
“Almost identical. Except I saw Kai smile. It wasn’t like a big smile or anything, but it was a smile. They both have the scruff thing going on that comes out red and gold, but his hair is that luscious auburn color that every woman in the world would kill for.”
“So he’s not a carrot-top?”
“Nope,” I confirmed.
“And eyes?”
“Light blue. But when he laughs, they flash silver. Now answer my question—jeans or a dress?”
“Where are you going to lunch?”
“There are really only two places to go to lunch in this town, both of them diners. People will be dressed any old way.”
“What’s the weather like?”
“Hot.” I eyed my yellow sundress. It had a daisy pattern along the bottom of the skirt, with two small white lace straps going over each shoulder. It was really feminine. I’d only ever worn it once. I’d bought it shopping with Sue on a lark.
“If it’s hot, wear a dress and sandals. Do you have any sundresses?” she asked.
“Yes. I have three to choose from, but remember the one we bought at Belk?”
“The Daisy Duke?”
“Stop calling it that,” I demanded. “It is not slutty. It’s cute and only shows a little ta-ta.”
Sue laughed. “Honey, with you, there’s no such thing as a little ta-ta.”
I growled and Sue laughed some more.
“The dress is perfect. Especially if you like the guy. Do you like him?”
“It’s too early to tell. But I could like him.”
“Then go out with guns blazing. It’s best to hook ‘em and throw ‘em back, then realize you like ‘em and realize you didn’t hook ‘em.”
“What’s with all the fish talk?” I asked.
“I went fishing with my dad last weekend.”
“You’re such a good daughter. I love your dad.”
