“Well, you did tell me to let go and enjoy an adventure.”
“I did indeed. Good girl. How was it?”
I rested my chin on my hand as I thought about him. “Well, at first since he ran over my flowers at my house, I was ready to rip him a new one.”
“What? Oh, this had to be good. Every detail. Come on.”
“Let’s just say I sprayed him with water, which prompted mud. Then we wrestled, which turned into mud wrestling and one hot kiss. Then he left and I thought I’d never see him again only for the Zamboni driver to use the big piece of machinery to try a little figure skating. Then I fainted and he scooped me up in his arms. We argued when I realized who he was. Then he demanded I go out with him, which prompted me to slap him, which then caused him to call his mother so she’d tell me that he wasn’t a bad guy and that she could tell he was sweet on me. So then we went for a drink, which didn’t last long before we came back to my place.”
She took a sip of her drink and the can almost slipped from her fingers. “Wow. That’s amazing. Why did you faint?”
“Yep, and I was just a little hot. No biggie.”
She squeezed my hand. “Are you sure that’s all it was?”
“Of course. Stop worrying.” I was doing enough of that for the both of us.
“O-kay. If you say so. How many times did you… You know?”
“Several.”
“Wow. Does that mean you’re going to see him again?”
“No. Just a one-time thing.”
“You’re a brat. And after all that? Come on. What’s his name?” With the wicked smile on her face, I could tell she was way too happy.
“Why, so you can contact him?” I tossed out.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not like that. Just curious.”
“Danny. Danny Wright.”
Why did my phone need to ring right now?
“Well, maybe you’ll change your mind. He sounds like he’s willing to do anything to get your attention.”
As soon as I yanked the phone into my hand, I groaned. Nothing could stop the agonizing sound.
“What is it?” Tawny asked.
“My mother to ruin my decent mood. I better take this, or she’ll hound me all day long.” I took a deep breath before bothering to answer. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d had more than a fifteen-second conversation and I wasn’t in the mood to break the streak. “Yes, Mother.”
I figured she’d call since I didn’t answer the phone when my father had.
“Christine. You don’t need to talk to me that way, young lady.”
“Mother. I’m working. I’m at my job. Some of us need to work instead of shopping all day long.” Both my mother and father came from money. They’d both been born with silver spoons in their mouths. That didn’t make them better people thaneveryone else, although they certainly thought of themselves that way.
“You know you don’t need to work. If you’d just…”
While I bristled, she didn’t bother finishing her sentence. If she had, I would have ended the call, refusing to talk to her again for another four months or longer. That was the way of our relationship and would never change. She and Delaney were exactly alike and very close.
I was the bastard child my mother wished had been born into another family.
Fine by me.
“Well, it’s neither here nor there. I’m calling to let you know what time dinner is on Friday.”
