Page 39 of UnLucky Christmas
“Well, how was it?”
“The kiss?” I ask.
“Yes, the kiss.”
“It was…” I clear my throat. I’m not exactly sure how to describe it.
“Whitney?”
“It was—so good,” I say lowering my voice, which is stupid because I’m in my car by myself.
“Oh my—I need details.”
I knew she’d say that.
“I’ll give you details later,” I say. “Right now, I have to get ready to meet Chad at the theater and I feel terrible. Chad can’t stand Grant. And honestly, neither can I.”
She giggles. “I’d say that’s not exactly true.”
“It is true,” I retort. “But that doesn’t matter now. Should I cancel my plans with Chad?”
“I don’t know why you would,” she says. “You and Chad aren’t dating. You’ve had a few conversations.”
“You’re right,” I agree. “But what about Macy?”
“You should probably tell her,” Janelle says. “I don’t know her but just in case her brother says something. She’s your friend.”
I was already thinking the same thing.
“Okay, now give me all the details.”
Heat fills my face as I relive one of the best kisses I’ve had in my life. Being single is more complicated than I remember.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Iforgot how cute Chad is. He flashes a dimpled smile as soon as he sees me and gives me a hug. He’s wearing a black sport coat over a white shirt and black slacks. His hazel eyes are hidden behind a pair of wire-framed glasses.
“You look great,” he says, his hand patting my back.
After the day I’ve had, I couldn’t decide what to wear, so I finally chose a red sweater, a black skirt, and a pair of knee-high black boots.
“Thanks. So do you,” I tell him. “Nice glasses.”
“Ha. Thanks. I lost a contact yesterday,” he says. “I’ve gotten a lot of compliments, so maybe I’ll wear them more often.”
Chad shows our tickets to the usher, and he leads us to two seats at the end of a row on the orchestra level.
“Wow, these are great seats,” I exclaim.
“Yes, my partner has these seats for every show. I was surprised he couldn’t use them tonight.”
I smile. “Well, I’m glad he couldn’t.”
Chad stands up to let three people into the row.
“How have you been?” I ask. “I’m looking forward to seeing you on those ice skates.”
He throws his head back. “I haven’t skated since I was a kid, and I barely survived the experience. I’m sure I’ll be getting very acquainted with the ice. It should be a lot of fun, though.”
