Lanie
“I’m not asking him out.” I furiously shook my head. “Although, I did tell him about that art show this weekend.”
“And what did he say?”
“It had nothing to do with us. I suggested he take his daughter to it because she loves art.”
Erica waved her wine glass around. “I’m still waiting to hear what he said.”
“He asked if …” I bit down on the smile curving my lips. “If I would be there.”
Erica shrieked and lightly punched my arm. “You jerk! You were holding out on me. Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”
“Because I don’t want to get my hopes up,” I wailed. “Am I interested in this guy? Yes. Of course.”
“And he’s interested in you.”
“Because he asked if I’d be there?” I hopefully questioned.
“Don’t make me spell it out again.”
“Okay.” Heat crept up my neck. “I believe you.”
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