Page 11 of Surprised By Love

“You’re so full of shit.” Vicki playfully smacks me on the leg. “Come on, I want details!”

“Okay, he was cute.” My face heats with a fierce blush.

“You’re blushing! There is more to it than just ‘he was nice and cute’. What are you leaving out? Do I have to tickle it out of you like I did when we were little?”

“No! Don’t you dare.” I pull my legs away from Vicki.

She grabs my legs and places them back on her lap. “Okay, I won’t, but I need all the juicy details.”

“Alright, he was smoking hot! He had dark curly hair, bright blue eyes, and dimples.”

“Wow!” Vicki pauses for a moment. “I need more. There is more to this than you’re telling me.”

I take the next few minutes to go into every embarrassing moment. Vicki can’t stop laughing. “I can’t believe he caught you checking out his ass.”

“It’s not funny!” I protest.

“Oh, it is!” Vicki bends over, holding her stomach in laughter.

“You’re so mean.”

“Sorry, I can’t help it.” Vicki covers her mouth, trying not to laugh. She takes a deep breath. “Okay, I’m better now.”

I tilt my head and look at Vicki, waiting for her to burst out laughing again. It’s like old times. Vicki liked to tease me when it came to boys. Although she only dated a little in high school, Vicki was the one I always went to for advice.

“I think it’s time,” Vicki says.

“Time for what?”

“For you to start dating again.”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Come on, it’s been a year since the divorce, and you told me there was nothing between you and Derek sexually for almost a year before that. That’s almost two years since you—”

“I know, believe me I KNOW!” I laugh in spite of myself.

“Well? Are you ready? By the way you described this guy and blushed like you did, I’d say you might be ready. Did you get his name?”

“I…” I put my hand over my mouth and look at the sky, trying to think. Then look back at Vicki. “I don’t remember.”

“That’s alright. There are plenty of single men around town. In fact…” Vicki grins. “I might have one in mind.”

“Oh god. I don’t know if I want to trust you to set me up. Look what happened last time one of you introduced me to someone.”

“Well, I’m not Jessica, and I won’t set you up with someone like Derek.”

“Promise?”

Vicki laughs. “I promise. But first—you need a makeover.”

“I don’t need a makeover,” I argue.

“Ummm, I beg to differ. When was the last time you had a haircut or put on makeup other than mascara? Or wore something that wasn’t too big?”

I pause, then let out a sigh. “I don’t remember.”

“My point exactly! Give me a week. We’re going to get you a date! Leave it all to me.” Vicki smirks, rubbing her hands together.

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