I look at Laura and back at Angie. Did my ears hear her right?
“That’s a yes?” I ask. And then before she can answer, I say, “Great!” I let out a whoop and throw my fist into the air. “You won’t regret it.”
She smiles softly at me. “I think I already do.”
“You do not,” Laura says.
Angie grabs her purse. She looks around her station. Then she tells Laura, “I’ll be in early tomorrow.”
“No rush,” Laura says. “I’ll see you then.”
“I’ll walk you out,” I offer Angie.
She doesn’t tell me not to.
So I hold the salon door open and Angie steps out past me. I walk her to her car. We don’t say anything to one another. I’m not sure why she’s quiet. I know why I am. She said yes. Anything I say could tip the precarious scale in the other direction. I don’t want to chance it.
She clicks the fob and her van unlocks. I open the door.
Angie looks me in the eyes before she steps past me and slips into the driver’s seat.
“Let me know what night works for you,” I say.
“I will,” she says. “It’s just one dinner, EJ.”
“That’s all I asked for,” I remind her.
She shakes her head, turning the key.
I shut the door and she pivots to look at me one more time before pulling out to drive away.
I stand there, my hands in my pockets, watching her go.
She said yes.
I have half a mind to call Truck to tell him, but I don't. Instead, I just climb into my truck and smile the whole drive home.
Chapter 5
Angie
Sometimes you'll know a man for years
and then one day, boom!
~ Sarah Dessen
I pace the front room, wearing a skirt for the first time in forever.
It’s Friday night. I told EJ he could take me to dinner tonight. I’ve second-guessed that choice a thousand times since I first gave him the green light.
He’s dangerous.
Too sweet.
Too thoughtful.
Too handsome.
