Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t give me that. The scoop! I already heard you were making out with some guy right in front of the shop. Is that the new guy you were going to go on a date with? Rick, right?”
I look around the room in awe. Is she for real right now? I know I live in a small town, but I still am amazed by what all that entails. Who would have thought that she would have already heard about Jason… and I definitely wouldn’t call it making out. Heck, we didn’t even kiss.
“First of all, where did you hear that?”
“At the co-op. One of the ladies that just left here was telling Millie, and I overheard it all. So tell me everything, and don’t leave any of it out. It has to be serious if you’re making out with him right on the street downtown.”
I grip on to the chair and turn her around so she’s facing the mirror. It’s times like these that I’m glad my section is a little private. “We were not making out. He didn’t even kiss me.”
She scrunches her nose up. “Wait. Haven’t you all been dating? And he didn’t kiss you?”
I part her hair into sections and start applying the dye. “Okay, so it wasn’t the guy I’ve been seeing… it wasn’t Rick.”
She blinks at me in the mirror, trying to keep the judgment off her face, but she’s not doing a very good job of it. “So there are two guys, and the one you were not making out with was not Rick?”
Obviously, I need to clear this up. “No, I wasn’t making out with anyone. Listen, so I’ve only been on one date with Rick, but we are going out again. The guy I was TALKING to in the street is a new client. It was nothing.”
She shakes her head. “Oh no, uh-uh, don’t tell me that. From what I hear, it was hot. Capital H-O-T hot. You’re telling me there was no touching?”
I move to the side so I can look her straight in the face instead of in the mirror. “He’s blind, Missy. He was touching my shoulders just so he knew where I was at, that’s all. It was nothing.”
I say it, but there’s obviously more to it. The way I tripped over the words and the way the tone of my voice changed, Missy knows I’m not telling her the whole truth. But what can I say? We didn’t make out. He touched me but not the way she heard it. We definitely didn’t make out. But why do I feel like we did? Why is my heart racing just from thinking about it?
She’s squinting her eyes at me. “You’re not telling me something.”
I shrug and get back to lathering on the dye. “Yeah, well, that’s exactly what happened.”
Her lips turn down, and she’s obviously disappointed. She was hoping to get an inside scoop on the new hot guy that has moved to Whiskey Run, but I’m not going to be the one to give it to her.
When I think she’s about to give up, her eyes light up. “So what about Rick? Second date, huh? That’s pretty big. For you, I mean.”
“What do you mean? I’ve been on second dates before.”
She purses her lips. “Oh yeah? When? Name it.”
I look up at the ceiling, trying to think of the last time I went on two dates with someone.
I guess I take too long because Missy throws a hand up in the air. “See? You can’t even think of anyone.”
Geez, I had no idea that I had such a name for myself. “Okay, okay, fine. I went out with that one guy—the lawyer—what was his name? Dennis… I mean, Donnie.”
She bursts out with a laugh. “You mean the one where you had to leave in the middle of the first date because you were sick and so you went out with him again?”
I nod. “Yeah… on a second date.”
She’s laughing again, and I jerk her chair around a little roughly, which makes her laugh harder. “It doesn’t count if you didn’t make it all the way through the first date. Just admit it. Rick is the first guy you’ve said yes to for a second date, which makes him special.”
I don’t like where this is going. And I already have regrets planning the second date with Rick. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but now, something feels off about it.
You know exactly why it feels off, I tell myself.
How can meeting one man throw everything into a loop? How can I be thinking about changing my plans just because of one encounter? And it wasn’t even a big encounter or anything. I cut his hair… and he was rude to me. I rub my arm along my brow. Yeah, but he explained why he was rude to me, and just thinking about it causes a pull in my lower belly.