Chapter Eight
Quinn awoke the next day to her thirty-pound cat kneading the pillow next to her head and her cell phone ringing. Half awake, she fumbled and answered, “Hello? Whoever this is, it is way too early to call anyone on a Sunday morning.”
“It’s ten o’clock, Quinn, and it’s about time you answered my call.” The ice crystals practically formed on the phone as Quinn’s mother spoke.
“Oops! Sorry, Mother. I was on a blind date last night and got in a little late.” Quinn pushed Fat Panther off her bed and struggled to sit up. Stifling a yawn, she got up and scuffed her way into her kitchen to start coffee.
“A blind date? Interesting. You can’t date the nice young man and family friend I set you up with, but you can trip the light fantastic with some stranger? What did this guy do fo
