Page 46 of Lovesick
But that errand didn’t feel as important as Lizbeth.
“Just text me when you’re done,” I said. “I’ll be around. And if you need anything in the meantime.”
“Thanks. I’m sure he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”
At that, I almost snorted.
“He better be,” I muttered.
If she heard, she gave no indication. The Zombie Mobile ambled into the street. Cars whizzed past as we slowly built up speed.
“Do you know this Tyler guy?” I asked.
“No. Bethany set this up.”
“She do this a lot?”
“Not really. He’s a client of hers who’s considering moving here. Just wanted to meet for dinner and ask about life in the mountains.”
“At Belle Vie?” I asked. “That’s extremely upscale.”
She chewed on her bottom lip. “Maybe I’m not dressed right.”
“You’re perfect,” I immediately replied. “Are you anticipating lots of romance?”
At that, she laughed. I wanted to laugh with her but couldn’t even make a sound because a new wave of annoyance crested in my throat. Tyler would get to laugh with her tonight. She shook her head, her hair like strands of fire.
“No. Blind dates are not romantic.”
“Are you sure?”
For the first time, her unwavering confidence seemed to falter. She covered it quickly, but I sensed a tension in her that was new.
“Well, I guess they could be.”
“Probably would be weird if it was romantic too soon, right?”
She frowned. “Not necessarily. Lots of books have adorable, romantic meet-cutes with total strangers.”
“Meet-cutes?”
“The moment the love interest and the heroine meet.”
“There’s a term for it?” I chuckled. “That’s wild.”
“It’s smart. Authors need to know what readers expect. You can’t recover from a bad meet-cute, if you ask me.”
“Ofcoursenot.”
She sent me a smarmy grin, and seconds later, we pulled up to Belle Vie. I let the truck slow to a stop.
“Seriously. If he’s weird, I’m only a few minutes away,” I said.
“It’ll be fine.”
“But if it’s not—”
Lizbeth slipped the seat belt off and smiled as she reached for the doorknob. “Thanks. I anticipate a completely boring, awkward blind date and then a payout after.”
