Chapter Two
“What do you think?”
Christy eyed her and then said, “It’s great if your goal is to say, hey buddy, hands off. I never want to get laid in my life, and I’m only here because I’m hoping for free coffee.”
“Ugh.” Heather looked down at her clothes. “Well, at least the last part’s true. I just don’t know about this, Christy. I mean, what kind of name is Blake anyway? And he’s so hot that it almost seems like he’s not real. Maybe he isn’t. Like maybe it’s all Photoshop and I’m going to be having coffee with a troll or something.”
Christy snorted and thumbed up a page on her phone. She said, “Blake Wormwood. Okay, granted, that last name’s a little freaky. If that’s Photoshop, he’s damn good. So, you know he’s tech-savvy, even if he turns out to have a double chin and three eyes or something.”
“Ugh again.” Heather fidgeted and then said, “I don’t think I want to change.”
Christy leaped off the sofa, grabbed Heather by the arm, and led her toward the closet. “Girl, change. Right now.” Her hands yanked open the door, and she rummaged around inside. “Oh, these jeans are cute, and those boots! You never wear them anymore and you should. They’re divine.”
“They also have a three-inch heel,” Heather groused as she caught the jeans Christy lobbed at her head. “You know I’m a klutz when I’m nervous. What if I fall right on my face?”
“Then this date will be no worse than the others you’ve been on lately—and no better.”
She had a point. Heather peeled off the tailored, high-waisted slacks she’d had on and put on the jeans. “They’re too tight.”
Christy said, “Only if you need to get them off in a hurry.”
What if she did want to get them off in a hurry? That made her look down at the panties peeking out from the undone zipper. They were nice: light pink with a little lace around the edges. Not sexy-sexy, but they’d do on the off chance she wanted to have sex with a guy she’d just met. Yeah, probably not, she thought as she tugged the zipper up and then closed the button at the top. The boots were highly heeled, and she had some serious misgivings as she stepped into them. Between the painted-on jeans and the heels, she was giving off a lot of vibes she wasn’t sure she wanted to give off.
Christy said, “Get your hair out of that bun.”
Heather rolled her eyes. “I didn’t have time to wash it. And it’s frizzy.”
It was. The humidity and the long work day had destroyed what was left of her blowout and her hair, always too wavy, had rebelled and become a coiling mass of curls that she couldn’t tame.
Christy said, “And it would be way nicer down. Give me that scrunchie thing right now.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake! It’s just coffee!”
“It’s never just coffee. This could be the guy you actually want and then marry. No way do you want him to remember your first date as you showing up with a scrunchie bun!”
Heather bared her teeth. “He’ll just have to have a bittersweet memory then.”
Christy said, “You do know why are doing this, acting like this, because you already think he is too hot for you, right? That is the same thing you did with Todd.”
“As it turns out, he was too hot for me.” Anger started.
Christy said, “He thought he was. That is the difference, girl. Now give me the scrunchie.”
Heather shook her head stubbornly. “Nope. Nopity, nope, nope. I’m wearing it. And the bun. So there.”
Christy muttered, “Damn it all to hell. Okay, so wear it since you are so determined. We have to get going. Are you really sure you want me to be there? I mean, I do not mind since I know you are really nervous, but you could just get me to do a save me call if you need that.”
“I would much rather that you be there in case I have to run and need to push you in the way to keep him from being able to give chase.”
Christy said, “Ouch. Okay. I did sign you up for that app without telling you and all that, so I guess I deserve to be trampled upon if he turns out to be a chaser. You ready?”
No. God, she hated going on dates, and she was so sure that this one was going to be just as bad as the rest she had had since her breakup. It was like she was on a massive losing streak that just would not quit.
She had no hope that tonight would be the night it broke either.
