Chapter 2
When Friday night rolled around, I changed clothes three times before finally deciding on a nice pair of navy blue pants and a blue-striped, Thomas Pink shirt my mother had given me for my birthday last year. I figured she’d be happy to see me wearing the shirt and I wanted her to be happy. I also really wanted to like her new boyfriend, although I had a bad feeling I wouldn’t. But, even if I hated him, I hoped I’d be able to fake it through dinner.
I got to the restaurant early and was at the bar nursing my first drink of the night when my mother and Paul walked in. My beer nearly came back up when I saw Paul. He looked exactly as he had when I’d seen him last summer: attractive, tall, and thin, with salt and peppered hair, gray eyes, an angular nose, and a little cleft in his chin. He was wearing a beautiful, camel-colored cashmere coat and an expensive-looking black suit with equally expensive-looking black oxfords to match.
I couldn’t believe my mother was dating the same man I’d slept with while I was in New York.