Page 16 of Driven Daddy

“Like an interview?” I asked hesitantly.

“That’s actually a great idea…” Colette trailed off as if hatching a plan right before my eyes.

It was fascinating to see, actually. I’d been so wrapped up in my own business drama, it was interesting to see how another small business reacted to the other side of author life.

She squeezed my arm. “I’m going to think on that. It would be a very fun marketing thing to have authors of all kinds come in. However, in this instance, I just wanted to have coffee or a big freaking goblet of wine and talk about your books.”

“Oh.”

She tipped her head. “I’m not sure that’s a goodoh.”

The urge to draw back and go back to the cottage was fierce. But I’d been hiding forever. I was so tired of it. “A goblet of wine sounds really nice, actually.”

“It does? Oh my God, that would be amazing. I swear, it feels like everyone I know is drinking sparkling seltzer these days, if you get my drift.”

I was lost for a moment. Alcoholism? No, the lightbulb went on. “The fateful uteri?”

She snickered. “This place should be a book series of its own. It can’t be possible for so manyoopsbabies to be made here, but that story definitely needs wine.”

I laughed, as I had been since she dragged me downstairs. “I’d actually like that.”

“Good. Then we can talk about the store, and I’ll fill you in on the town.”

“Where does one get a goblet of wine around here?”

“The Spinning Wheel is usually where we land for drinks, but how about The Mason Jar? Has a great bar and we can get some food.”

“Oh, that would be amazing. I’m staying on the lake. I think I passed that restaurant when I was exploring this morning.”

“You can’t miss it. It’s three levels with a massive deck.”

I nodded. “Then I definitely did.”

“Then it’s a date.” At my wide eyes, she threw her head back with a belly laugh. “Wouldn’t that be a helluva thing if I was picking you up?”

“I’d be flattered. You’re stunning.” I shrugged. “Unfortunately, I do enjoy men when I make the time for them. Which, to be honest, has been at the very bottom of my list this year.”

“Which is a crime. You’re gorgeous and smart.”

“I’m going to have to keep hanging out with you for my ego, at the very least. I think this is only the second day I’ve worn a bra in a week.”

“They are the devil.” She glanced down at her rather bountiful chest. “But necessary. Though it might be the only way I’d get a date in this town.”

I snickered, then I relaxed. Maybe making friends didn’t have to be the most difficult thing in the world.

But that did mean I needed to go back to Vintage December for some clothes. Leaving with only my laptop was turning out to be a very annoying move on my part.

“What time should I meet you?”

“I want to go home and shower off the dust. I’ve been dusting everything in sight today for the signing.”

“I suppose I should ask when that is.”

“Saturday.”

My jaw dropped. “As in three days from now, Saturday?”

“That’s the one. Speaking of, I need to go beg my distributor to get me a special delivery. He’s going to love me. How’s seven sound?” she asked as she started backing her way to the check-out counters.

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