Page 22 of Thanks for the Memories
“Hey.”
“Why didn’t you call me after your hot date with the chef? I need all the details, starting with what you wore.”
Hah, I knew this was coming. I’m actually surprised she waited this long to call me. For some reason, my choice of clothes really matters to her all of a sudden. A few months ago, we went to Golden and I was wearing a cute top that happened to have a plunging neckline. She lectured me for at least an hour, and I had to remind her of some of her less than stellar wardrobe choices over the years.
“It’s been almost twenty-four hours. I’m surprised it took you so long to call,” I joke.
I lean back in my chair and stretch my arms over my head.
“I took the morning off to spend with Evan, but don’t try to change the subject.”
Ah, between her and Amanda, arguing would be a waste of time.
“We had a great day,” I say, glancing at Jeremy out of the corner of my eye. Now I can’t stop thinking about what Amanda said. “Err, it was lots of fun.”
“Define fun, little sister,” she demands.
I roll my eyes at my phone.
“I’m still at work.”
“Ohhh … now I get it. You better call me later with all the gritty details.”
Wow, Kennedy has the ability to make everything sound dirty just because I said I had fun. For all she knows we could’ve been playing Jenga or Monopoly—those games arefun.Hence, one of the reasons I moved out of her house as soon as I found another place to live. I tell her I’ll call her after work, but I have every intention of taking my sweet time getting back to her.
Carl comes out of his office with his phone in his hand.
“Okay, team, Cherlyn’s birthday is next week. I really need to pull out all the stops to make this one special because she’s a mess.”
He turns to me. “She wants to try Golden. Doesn’t your friend run the place?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jeremy look up from his phone.
“Oh, yes. She’ll love it.”
“Tell her to order the ahi tuna,” Jeremy says, his mouth curling into a smug smile.
“Don’t listen to him,” I tell Carl. “The food is outstanding.”
And it really is, no matter what happens or doesn’t happen with Dante, the food at Golden is fantastic.
Carl and I pull up the menu on my laptop, and I make a few suggestions. Jeremy refrains from making any more critical comments about the menu or Dante while Amanda remains awkwardly silent. The remainder of the day flies by, and just as I’m getting ready to leave, my phone buzzes with a message from Bethany.
Flight is booked. I’ll call with details. So excited.
Her visit is exactly what I need to distract myself from Amanda’s theory and thinking about my day with Dante. If I want anything to happen between us, I’ll need to be patient. And therein lies the problem—patience isn’t one of my strengths.
Chapter Seven
It’s been a week since my wonderful day with Dante, and he’s texted me a few times to say hi. He also said that he can’t wait for us to get together again. Thankfully work has been keeping me super busy, so I don’t have much time to think about anything else. It’s event time and all hands on deck. The great thing about the three-day convention is working from morning until evening makes the days go by extra fast.
Oh, and the best news of all is that Hurricane Joanna has turned to the north and will most likely miss us and head out to sea. If I’m going to live in South Florida, I’m going to have to get used to those things being unpredictable and taking last minute shifts.
“I told you there was no reason to worry,” Jeremy says as he munches on a donut.Naturally.
He’s been supplying them each morning for sustenance. I admit that I indulged in one or two, and they were totally worth it. I blame hurricane anxiety, if there is such a thing.
“You seem to forget that I’ve never had to deal with these tropical disturbances,” I remind him. “Now, if you want to talk to me about being trapped in the house buried under several feet of snow—that’s another story.”
