Speaking of Brittany… Will has had a crush on Brittany since forever. Last Friday night they finally went out on their first date, but something happened, and the date ended early. Later that night while we were alone in the kitchen, Will was about to tell me something that sounded really promising, but we were interrupted, and we haven’t had a chance to talk about it since. “We never got to talk about your big date,” I say cautiously.
“Yeah. About that…” Will readjusts his glasses which is something he does whenever he gets nervous or pensive. “It was okay.”
“Just okay?” I try not to sound too gleeful as my mind imagines all the dozens of things that might have gone wrong. Maybe Brittany eats with her mouth full. Will hates that. But… no. I’ve seen Brittany eat. She picks at her food like a little bird.
“Brittany and I didn’t have a lot to talk about. Except for her job. She’s pretty passionate about that.”
Aha! It’s just as I suspected. They have nothing in common. Which is way better than her eating with her mouth full.
“Are you going to ask her out again?” Please say no.
“I don’t know. Probably not anytime soon.”
“Travis asked me out,” I blurt. “On a date.”
Will’s gaze sharpens. “What did you say?”
“I haven’t given him an answer yet. What do you think? Should I go out with him?” I hold my breath while I wait for him to answer. Please tell me that I shouldn’t go out with Travis.
“Do you want to go out with him?”
I flop back in my chair. This wishy-washy attitude wasn’t what I was expecting. It’s like that moment in the kitchen the other night never happened.
“I don’t know. He’s not my type.”
“You have a type?”
Before I can answer, Sally knocks on the open door. “Sorry to interrupt, but you asked me to tell you when the new AV equipment came in?”
Will smiles at her. “Thanks, Sally.”
“I need to get going anyway.” I rise from my chair. “Don’t want to be late for my first book club meeting at Betty Jean’s.”
“What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall.”
“You could always join. Betty Jean says the club is full, but I’m sure she’d make an exception for you,” I tease. “We’re dissecting J.W. Quicksilver’s newest thriller. Lots of big action and hot sex scenes.”
He snorts. “No thanks.”
“Snob.”
“Have fun. Oh, and Lucy, stop following the cops around town.”
I mimic Sally and plug my ears with my fingers. “La-la-la-la… Can’t hear you!” Then I dash out the door to the sound of Will’
s chuckling.
Chapter Three
I have thirty minutes to get to book club and I promised Betty Jean I’d bring muffins. So I swing by The Bistro and grab two dozen of my best. Paco watches as I carefully place the muffins in a box. He raises his right paw in the air like he’s begging. Either that or he has a question.
I giggle. “What do you want?”
I’ve only had Paco for a couple of weeks, but in that short time I’ve learned to read his expressions. This one is what I call his I want some of that face.
I have a confession to make. Even though I know I shouldn’t, every once in a while, I give Paco an itsy bitsy teeny tiny piece of muffin, but I’m trying to be a good dog mom. Which means no more people food. Even though he seems perfectly fine, my sweet Paco is still recuperating from being poisoned by the same crazy pants who hit me with the frying pan. My vet bill was humungous (not that Paco isn’t worth every penny I had to put on my already overloaded credit card).
“You know you’re not supposed to eat those. The vet says you need to watch your weight.”