Kevin: Saw you passing with Skye by the food truck. Something special bringing you to this side of SoHo?
Tess: Yes, we just signed the lease to our second store.
Kevin: Wow, that was fast.
Okay, no congrats? Whatever. I pushed him out of my mind.
Forty minutes later, Skye cleared her throat.
“Sorry, I can’t focus. I tried, but my attention span is nonexistent. I’ll focus much better if we get this out of the way first. Pinky promise. I swear on my ice cream.”
I laughed, attempting to steal her cup, but she moved it out of reach. My sister had good reflexes.
“Okay. You win,” I said, barely keeping from laughing. To be honest, I’d been about to spill my guts the second we met, but I wanted to amp up the anticipation a bit.
In a low whisper, I told her in exquisite detail about yesterday.
Skye finished her ice cream halfway through my story.
“Wait. I want to restock. This is so good that I need another ice cream with it.”
I laughed as she practically ran to the counter, asking for two more scoops.
The owner immediately gave her a refill.
His parlor was practically our office, and we made sure to buy enough beverages, ice cream, and the occasional snack to make up for occupying a table the whole day. We didn’t like staying in the back room if it wasn’t creative work.
“Okay, continue,” Skye said the second she sat down.
I was super-giddy recounting everything. I mean, what was there not to be giddy about?
It had been so long since I had anything other than silly pickup lines to share, or epic date failures.
“I like that huge smile on your face,” Skye said.
“I like it too.”
“I’m happy that you aren’t letting the fact that he’s our investor deter you.”
I sighed, pointing to my temple, then to my heart. “I’m still worried about that, but the heart won.”
“And the hormones.”
“Those too.”
It was more than that, though. I could resist purely physical attraction but not a deeper connection.
“Just promise me one thing,” I told Skye. “Don’t let me talk about Liam during the working lunch.” Once upon a time, we’d done our working lunches with the family weekly, but lately we only managed to all gather every three weeks or so.
“Why not?”
“Because I might get carried away and go into even more detail than now, and that would be too much information.”
We had a no-secrets policy, but sexy details were definitely outside the scope.
“Duly noted.”
“Now, let’s get back to work, please.”