She glanced at the clock, surprised that it was eight-thirty. She was normally up by seven. "I was working late last night. What's up?"
"I want to talk to you about Laurel's bridal shower. You told me that if I sent out the invitations, you would do the rest, but it's in two weeks, and I haven't heard a word from you."
"I know, I'm sorry," she quickly apologized. "But I can't talk about it right now. Can I call you later, or maybe tomorrow? I have a meeting today."
"A meeting with the sexy millionaire?" her mom asked.
She frowned. "Who told you about that?"
"Kate. She came by the house to pick up Laurel for drinks yesterday."
"Great," she muttered.
"So how was your date?"
"It wasn't a date, it was a dinner meeting."
"Fine, but you still haven't told me if you had a good time."
"The food was excellent. Alex was interesting."
"It's already Alex?"
She heard the hopeful note in her mother's voice and knew she needed to squelch it. "Mom, you're making too much of this."
"He's single, isn't he?"
"As far as I know."
"Are you meeting him again today?"
"I am," she admitted.
"Wear something nice, Andrea."
"I'm not out to impress the man, I'm trying to interview him."
"It doesn't hurt to look good," Sandra Blain replied. "Alexander Donovan would be a very good catch."
"I'm not trying to catch him. He's not my type."
"A handsome millionaire isn't your type?" her mother asked in astonishment. "What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing. He's a player, Mom. All those guys are."
"He might not be."
"You're always such an optimist when it comes to men."
"And you're a pessimist."
She had good reason to be.
"I ran into Douglas the other day," her mom continued. "He and Cassie just had a baby."
"Great." The last person she wanted to talk about was her ex-boyfriend.
"They seem quite happy together. But I still think he should have married you."