Page 52 of Wild Love

"Because you're a librarian?" I asked as she opened the door to the pizzeria.

"Maybe, or I'm just that boring."

We waited for the hostess to seat us, and when we were alone in the red booth, I leaned across the table. "Who told you, you were boring?"

Marigold rolled her eyes. "Just about every guy I've ever dated."

I sat back, a little shocked. "I don't believe you."

"Well, believe it. Because it's true." Marigold looked down at her menu, but my mind was still reeling.

"Have you tried those online app things?"

"I might have to because everyone around here already knows me," she said without looking up from her menu.

"What about a tourist at the resort? We should go out to the bar again and maybe do some dancing at the club there."

Marigold shook her head. "I'm not into one-night stands."

"What if it's a sexy billionaire, feeling lonely? After one night with you, he decides he wants to settle down with the town librarian."

Marigold scoffed. "Hah. You're hysterical."

I hated that my friend felt so defeated when it came to love. I never settled with anyone. I dated for fun here and there. But no one understood my need to leave every few months. I was always moving on. It didn't make for great long-term relationships.

But Marigold obviously longed for one. I hadn't realized, but maybe I should have. Her childhood was a lonely one.

"We're going out one night. We'll get dressed up, drink wine, and have a good time," I said as I perused the menu.

"That sounds nice."

"And we'll find a man for you."

"Not happening," Marigold said as the waitress arrived.

We ordered a large pizza with meat and veggies, then set aside our menus.

I sipped my iced tea.

Marigold clasped her hands in front of her on the table.

"Are you turning this around on me?" I asked.

"What do you think about a short performance? We can use my play if you like it but no pressure. A trial run if you will."

I narrowed my gaze on her. "How long is this trial run?"

"It's a short play. We could probably get the kids up to speed in a few weeks, and end with a performance for their friends and family."

"You think we can pull it off that quickly?"

"I believe in you. The parents do too."

I raised a brow. "And if it's a disaster?"

"Then you'll know you're not cut out to be a director. But I have a feeling it will be the opposite."

I gave her a look. "I'll love it so much I won't want to leave?"

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