Page 33 of When You Least Expect It
Chapter 15
Calista~
After running through my closet six times, I had finally settled on a light green blouse that buttoned in the back, a pair of black jeans, and black ankle boots.While Myer had assured me that the restaurant was casual enough to leave my diamonds at home, I’d still wanted to look nice for our date.
I’d also chosen to leave my hair down, and so I had straightened it to fall to my shoulders, nothing too extravagant.As for my makeup, since I wasn’t a huge fan of contouring and all that other stuff, I’d gone with simple, a little eyeliner and mascara to make my eyes pop, a touch of barely-there blush, and matching lipstick.All in all, I looked like I had put in the effort without going overboard.
So, two hours later, we’d gone through him picking me up at my house, telling me that I looked beautiful, getting to the restaurant, ordering, eating, and now we were killing time until we both had room for dessert, because I was definitely getting some dessert.
“Okay, so...you’ve told me all about growing up as a twin, your parents’ bakery, and all about the love/hate relationship that you have with your job,” Myer said.“Now I want to hear about Harvey.”
That immediately got a sincere smile out of me.“Harvey was a rescue puppy, and I got him when Abrielle had convinced herself that she needed a third cat in her life.”
Myer’s brows shot upward.“Three cats?”
“Yeah, and they’re vicious little buggers,” I told him.“I think that’s why Harvey dislikes her so much.He knows that Abrielle is a cat person, so when she checks on him, he’s very clear about how much he doesn’t appreciate her life choices.”
“Awe, c’mon,” he drawled out.“He can’t be that bad.After all, he’s always friendly to me.”
“Just give him time,” I told him pointedly.“Harvey doesn’t suffer fools easily.”
“Do you ever think about getting another dog?”
I sighed.“I’ve thought about it, but I’m not sure how Harvey would react to sharing the spotlight.Plus, I don’t want anything to remind him of his time at the shelter.”
“You’re really an animal lover, aren’t you?”
I nodded.“Hands down, they’re better than most people.”
Myer grinned.“You won’t hear me argue that.”
“What about you?”I asked.“Ever think about getting a dog?”
He shrugged.“I’d like to, but it’s hard enough to keep Lilibeth alive, so I don’t want to risk it.”
“Who’s Lilibeth?”
“My goldfish,” he answered, smiling like a happy seven-year-old.
