Tyler liked noodles as much as the next guy, but to listen Tawny talk about them, they were the nectar of the gods. He liked her exuberance, the good vibes she put off, and the way her white shorts ended high on her long, tan legs.
“So you’re kind of a celebrity,” she said once they’d gotten their food and found a table on the patio. An awning covered the whole thing in shade, and Tyler reached for his fork to eat the Japanese snow pea noodle bowl he’d ordered on her recommendation.
He took a bite, the saltiness of the sauce a nice complement to the sweet snow peas. “I’m not a celebrity,” he finally said.
Tawny didn’t miss much though she kept her eyes on her own bowl of noodles. “But you do need someone to go with you to the gala.” She looked up. “Why?”
So maybe she didn’t read the pa
