CHAPTER 5
Heart pounding up into her throat, Brooke slowly typed one letter at a time into her phone. I had a great time. You’re an amazing man. I wish you all the best, but another date is not a good—
An incoming message interrupted her. Of course, it was from Kenneth. A friend gifted me tickets to Les Miz. This Saturday.7pm. Interested?
Brooke’s half-typed message disappeared when Kenneth’s text arrived.
“Stupid phone,” she muttered under her breath, even as her fingers, of their own accord, typed Sounds like fun. See you there. She hit send and then stared at what she’d done. Damn it. This is getting away from me.
The phone chimed again. What if we meet downtown? Get a bite to eat, and then take the ‘L’ to the theater. Save on driving in the traffic.
He’d presented the perfect sol
