Chapter 2
How the heck could Wednesday have rolled around again so fast? He’d go have dinner with the family, and he really hoped he wouldn’t have to hear again how disappointed Bill Cavey was in Laurie’s work. It was bad enough he wouldn’t hear the end of how disappointed Louise was he hadn’t asked her for another date.
They’d had a good time—Lync had taught him how to dance, and Louise reaped the benefits of that. She’d gushed on and on about how none of the other boys she’d dated could hold a candle to his footwork, and he’d been a little annoyed at being referred to as a boy. He was twenty-five, after all. He did think she’d been laying on the praise with a trowel, though.
Afterward, when he’d walked her to her door and she’d raised her mouth for a good night kiss, he’d pecked her o
