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“I assumed you haven’t played in years, but that’s not the case, is it?”
“I may have played a time or two.” She shrugged. “And you know what you get when you assume.”
We’re coming to the end of the game and I’ll never hear the end of it if I let her beat me. I shifted forward, hyper concentrating on the TV screen.
At the end of the fourth quarter, the score was still tied and I had control of the ball. She blitzed me on the first down and I had an incomplete pass on the second. On the third, I found a hole and decided to make a run for it. Shannon wasn’t expecting that and it took her a beat to adjust, which gave me the head start I needed.
My guy was on his way to a touchdown when my phone buzzed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Keera’s name pop up on the screen and the controller bobbled in my hand, making my player fumble the ball.
Shannon’s guy grabbed it, but instead of trying to tackle him before he got too far, I put my controller on the couch next to me and picked up my phone.
“Hi. Keera. How’s it going?”
“I’m good,” she said. “I’m calling about dinner Wednesday.”
The tone of her voice wasn’t giving me any clues to whether her answer would be positive or negative. My stomach tightened.
“Uh huh.”
Stupid response, but I had no idea what else to say.
“I’d love to go out with you.”
“Great.”
We chatted a few minutes more, mostly about details for Wednesday night before hanging up. I may have just lost a video game to my sister, but I can’t complain because I got the girl. Hopefully.
CHAPTER5
Keera
I folded forwardand shook out the curls then flipped my hair back and scrunched it into place. After getting each strand situated the way I like, I sprayed the hell out of it. Once I had it thoroughly doused, I stepped back and studied my reflection.
I’m not sure where Simon is taking me, but my black knee-length boho dress should work for pretty much any venue. I bought it on sale over a year ago. How sad is it that it’s taken me so long to wear? Especially since I love it so much.
The flowy fabric is comfortable, but the smocked waist nips the material in so it skims my curves without accentuating anything I don’t want to draw attention to. And speaking of drawing attention. For the first time in years, I wrestled the girls into a push-up bra so they sit high enough to peek above the V-neck. They look spectacular, if I do say so myself.
Happy with my choice of clothing for the evening, I leaned forward to get a closer look at my makeup. My lipstick isn’t bleeding and there’s no mascara under my eyes so I called it good. I shut off the light and headed toward my closet to find some appropriate shoes.
Simon is only a few inches taller than me so I don’t want to wear heels. I slipped my feet into a pair of tan booties and checked them out in the mirror. They’re okay, but not the look I’m going for tonight. I took them off, placed them back on the shelf, and grabbed a pair of black flats. With pointed toes and sleek straps that wrap around my ankles, they’re perfect.
I walked over to my jewelry box and pulled out a long silver chain adorned colorful dragonfly pendant. After slipping it over my head, I added a few bracelets and rings. I used to wear my silver stack rings and fire opal all the time, but now they feel foreign on my fingers. Since I can’t wear rings at the studio because they’ll scratch the poles, I stopped wearing them altogether once I started working there full-time.
Studying myself in the mirror one last time, I felt satisfied with the image reflected back at me. Granny Vi was right. It’s been too long since I took the time to make myself look nice. I vowed to do it regularly going forward. Date or no date.
Speaking of Granny Vi. She was sitting in her recliner waiting for me as I entered the living room.
“Well, don’t you look nice.”
“Thanks.”
“Where’s he taking you?”
“We’re going out to dinner, but I’m not sure where.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Why would I be nervous?”
