Page 70 of Love Me Not
Swinging my feet to the floor, I scooted to the middle of the couch. “It’s still pretty early yet. Do you want to watch a movie?”
Looking down to see how close I was, he lifted bright blue eyes up to mine. “Do you have popcorn?”
What did he take me for? “Of course I do.”
Full lips curved up in a sexy grin. “What should we watch?”
Time for the true test. “I’ve got all the Jane Austen films.”
Eyes glowing, he said, “Can we start with Persuasion?”
A man after my own heart. “We can do that.”
Chapter Seventeen
“We should take her temperature,” Donna said. “See if she has a fever.”
“Maybe she’s been kidnapped and this is a body double,” Josie suggested. “Blink twice if you’re the real Lindsey.”
Megan laughed. “That isn’t how the blink thing works. Check for the birthmark on the back of her neck. I doubt a body double would have that.”
They had all lost their minds.
“Give her a break,” Becca said, zooming a bite of scrambled eggs into Noah’s mouth. “She met a man who likes Jane Austen movies. Who among us could resist that?”
A murmur of agreement went around the table. For a change of pace, we’d met for our girls only—with a baby boy exception—Sunday breakfast at Delta’s Diner. Sometimes straight up eggs and bacon was all you needed.
“Are you guys done?” I asked, unamused.
“Come on.” Josie reached for her orange juice. “You’re dating someone. You can’t pretend this isn’t a big deal.”
Yes, I could. “Can we talk about something else, please?”
“Answer one question first,” Donna said. “What time did he leave?”
“Two A.M.” Before they could jump to conclusions, I added, “But only because we fell asleep on the couch during the movie. He woke up first, then woke me up, dropped a goodbye kiss on my forehead, and left.”
Megan sighed. “That’s so sweet.”
Much sweeter than I was used to. But speaking of sweet…
“You guys didn’t need to clean my apartment. Trey saw it before we went to dinner, so he knows how messy I am and he didn’t run the other way.”
“We didn’t do it for Trey,” Becca said. “We did it for you.”
“This is play month,” Josie added. “We know how stressed you get this time of year. That was our way of helping to minimize the stress where we could.”
Megan slathered jam across her wheat toast. “The date got you out of the house without one of us having to coax you somewhere. It was perfect timing.”
Did Trey know what they were up to? Was that why he asked me to dinner?
“No,” Donna said, before I could ask. “Trey had no idea, so don’t start thinking the date was a trick. We simply jumped at the opportunity he unknowingly gave us.”
I really did have the best friends a girl could ask for. “I appreciate it. The play still needs a lot of work so that’s all I’ll be thinking about for the next three weeks.”
The performance weekend was coming up fast. Under three weeks, actually. During the last rehearsal we made real progress, which increased my confidence that they could pull this off. The kids were embracing the message behind the play, and that, in turn, would help them convey that message to the audience.
Provided we would have an audience.