I Get to See Him Again

Lanie

“I’m not asking him out.” I furiously shook my head. “Although, I did tell him about that art show this weekend.”

“And what did he say?”

“It had nothing to do with us. I suggested he take his daughter to it because she loves art.”

Erica waved her wine glass around. “I’m still waiting to hear what he said.”

“He asked if …” I bit down on the smile curving my lips. “If I would be there.”

Erica shrieked and lightly punched my arm. “You jerk! You were holding out on me. Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

“Because I don’t want to get my hopes up,” I wailed. “Am I interested in this guy? Yes. Of course.”

“And he’s interested in you.”

“Because he asked if I’d be there?” I hopefully questioned.

“Don’t make me spell it out again.”

“Okay.” Heat crept up my neck. “I believe you.”

“It’s about time you did, you sexy, smart beast, you.”

I giggled. “You’re not going to kiss me, are you?”

“Please.” She snorted into her wine glass. “I got over that phase in college.”

For the hundredth time that