Page 28 of Worth Loving
Stupid, stupid, stupid, she told herself as she sat around all week just waiting to hear from him.
The minute her phone went off for the past five days, she reached for it and looked to see if it was Dean.
Heck, she was grabbing it when it wasn’t making any noise, hoping she’d missed a message.
Nothing.
But Sunday afternoon, her phone went off. She hated she ran for it in the living room while she was in the kitchen making her lunch.
And there on her phone was a message that read:It’s Dean. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. Work has been crazy with the holiday coming up. I didn’t even realize it myself. Are we still on for tomorrow?
Holiday? What the heck was he talking about? Then she realized that the Fourth of July was in a few days.
Molly typed back:We are, but if you’re too busy we can postpone it.
She could see the bubbles on the screen then.I’m off anyway. No reason to postpone unless you’re too busy breaking down the nutrients of a package of donuts.
She giggled. No one ever made cracks about her job. Not funny ones at least.I’m not busy. Lunch sounds great. Just tell me when and where and I’ll make it work.
She wasn’t tied to her desk or a schedule at work. She put enough hours in, she could come and go when she wanted.
There was a huge smile on her face as she saw the bubbles flashing again. She couldn’t ever remember grinning this hard. Not so hard that her cheeks actually hurt.
Now she had to figure out how she was going to pull this off with her attire again.
She dashed to her closet and flung clothes to the side. Maybe a little sundress would work. She could put a sweater over it at work, the AC was always on and it was cool in the lab, then she could ditch it in the car and swap out shoes again.
Yep, that was it.
That part was done.
The other part was a date.
Ugh. Her last one was a disaster.
And the one before that? She didn’t even know when that was!
She needed a boast and picked her phone up, then called her sister.
“Hi, Molly.”
“Do you have a minute to talk? Am I interrupting anything?”
“I’m good. The kids are outside playing with Mike. What’s going on?”
“I’ve got a lunch date tomorrow. I’m panicking.”
“A lunch date with the hot bartender from Pulse? I thought we were all going to go in there with you. You, me, and Ruby.”
“That was before. Now it’d look silly.”
Good thing they never went through with it before. Oh lord, she could only imagine Dean would think she might be some loser who needed her sisters with her.
Or worse yet a stalker.
But she’d gone in there two more times alone and talked to him. That was more stalker-like than if she had gone with her sisters.
This was getting too complicated even for her.
