“You ready for Mr. Mouthful sweet pea?”
Shiny black chopsticks kept Onnie Belle’s burgundy hair in place on top of her head. The last week of rehearsals she’d kept me in stitches with her tales of growing up in Tifton, Georgia. Oh, and her constant talk of men.
“To tell you the truth, he makes me nervous. Have you been around his office yet?” I whispered.
“I might have come up with an excuse or three to wander by there. Each time I did the cocky bastard wasn’t in, only that she-devil Angela.” She winked, then changed the subject. “So, how did your date go? Was he a gentleman, or was he fun?”
“Date? Oh yeah, him. Bradley. He was… a gentleman. We’re seeing each other again Friday.” I couldn’t believe I’d already forgotten about our dinner Saturday night. I’d spent most of the evening thi
