I stared at my watch, fixating on the small hand counting the seconds that were ticking by. It didn’t matter how quickly I took the stairs, my modest heels kept me in check and fearing for my life.
“Come on,” I berated myself under my breath.
It was only a date. I’d had half a dozen by now. What was it about this one that had compelled me to spend nearly two hours trying on outfits?
You know why, my traitorous mind supplied.
I liked Simon. That was the long and short of it. After that first disastrous phone call – which he teased me about every chance he got - we’d spent the rest of the week texting. Constantly. At all hours of the day.
In such a short space of time he had turned into the first person I spoke to in the morning and the last at night.
And now I was going to be lat
