and he didn't keep it. I can't get hold of him. Has Marsha said if he changed his mind?"
Did Seth sound hopeful or was she imagining it? "I haven't talked to Marsha for a few days, but I'm sure she'd have told me if he'd given up the idea."
"This is ridiculous!"
"What?"
"We're not seeing each other because he might make an appointment with me. I ask you, Darcy, does that make sense?"
When he put it that way, it didn't. More than Seth, Darcy knew how unreliable Brad could be.
"Go to Penn National with me Saturday night."
"The horse races?"
"We can have dinner here then drive up and watch a few races. What do you say?"
"What if Brad makes another appointment?"
"I'll call you and we'll forget the date. How about it?"
Her heart spoke for her. "Yes."
"Terrific. I'll call you with a time after I make the reservations."
After Darcy said good-bye, she smiled. This date would be in Fate's hands. This was only one date, and if Brad didn't contact Seth, she'd enjoy it for just that. One date wasn't a summer romance. One date wasn't the beginning of an involvement. One date was one date and she was going to have fun.
***
Darcy repositioned the two throw pillows on her sofa for the third time, then examined her hands to make sure they were immaculate and petal soft. She'd spent the morning with valves, a camshaft, and a leaking radiator, occupied so the hours would pass swiftly. She felt like a shaken-up bottle of warm soda pop as she glanced at the single red rose in a milkglass vase sitting on her end table. Seth had sent it with a note saying he was looking forward to tonight. It was a thoughtful gesture that made her feel special.
When the doorbell rang, she nervously smoothed her palms over the hips of her sleeveless jumpsuit. The clinging turquoise silk jersey gently lapped at her ankles as she approached the screen door. When she gazed up at Seth, her heart stampeded and she gulped.
His khakis and off-white, short- sleeved oxford enhanced the breadth of his shoulders, the length of his legs, and the blackness of his hair. He waited for her to unlatch the door then let his eyes roam from her sweetheart neckline to her fitted waist, to her feet in white sandals. He did more than a fair share of looking. She felt her cheeks flush.
He chuckled. "Your blush is delightful."
"It's an asset. People think I'm healthy. Rosy cheeks."
He held the weight of the door until it closed, then he followed her into the living room. "Does it happen all the time or only when you're with me?"
Darcy plucked her leather pocketbook from the recliner. "I blush more when I'm with you than I have in the past five years. It must be your zodiac sign. What is it?" If he said the bull, she'd die. She had to learn to think before she spoke.
"I'm a Virgo," he said with eyes twinkling, daring her to comment.
She wasn't touching that with a twenty foot pole. "I'm a Sagittarius. Do you know if we're compatible?"
Seth reached out his hands and grasped her elbows, drawing her slowly toward him, entrapping her hands and purse between them. He kissed the tip of her nose. "We dance well together, but maybe we should take another test."
"What do you have in mind?" she asked, suddenly very short of breath.
"Something special. But I think we'll wait until after dinner."
She nodded vaguely and scolded herself. She couldn't explode like a keg of gun powder every time he came close.
"Your eyes turn more green than blue when you think I'm going to kiss you."
She smiled. "Do you think that means something?"
"I hope it means I arouse your passion."
She clicked her tongue. "I don't know, Seth. That could be one very smooth line."
"I know better than to use lines with you. You've probably heard them all."
"I think you have a mistaken impression of me. Men talk to me about the current rattle in their engine more than they do the color of my eyes."
"That's hard to
Did Seth sound hopeful or was she imagining it? "I haven't talked to Marsha for a few days, but I'm sure she'd have told me if he'd given up the idea."
"This is ridiculous!"
"What?"
"We're not seeing each other because he might make an appointment with me. I ask you, Darcy, does that make sense?"
When he put it that way, it didn't. More than Seth, Darcy knew how unreliable Brad could be.
"Go to Penn National with me Saturday night."
"The horse races?"
"We can have dinner here then drive up and watch a few races. What do you say?"
"What if Brad makes another appointment?"
"I'll call you and we'll forget the date. How about it?"
Her heart spoke for her. "Yes."
"Terrific. I'll call you with a time after I make the reservations."
After Darcy said good-bye, she smiled. This date would be in Fate's hands. This was only one date, and if Brad didn't contact Seth, she'd enjoy it for just that. One date wasn't a summer romance. One date wasn't the beginning of an involvement. One date was one date and she was going to have fun.
***
Darcy repositioned the two throw pillows on her sofa for the third time, then examined her hands to make sure they were immaculate and petal soft. She'd spent the morning with valves, a camshaft, and a leaking radiator, occupied so the hours would pass swiftly. She felt like a shaken-up bottle of warm soda pop as she glanced at the single red rose in a milkglass vase sitting on her end table. Seth had sent it with a note saying he was looking forward to tonight. It was a thoughtful gesture that made her feel special.
When the doorbell rang, she nervously smoothed her palms over the hips of her sleeveless jumpsuit. The clinging turquoise silk jersey gently lapped at her ankles as she approached the screen door. When she gazed up at Seth, her heart stampeded and she gulped.
His khakis and off-white, short- sleeved oxford enhanced the breadth of his shoulders, the length of his legs, and the blackness of his hair. He waited for her to unlatch the door then let his eyes roam from her sweetheart neckline to her fitted waist, to her feet in white sandals. He did more than a fair share of looking. She felt her cheeks flush.
He chuckled. "Your blush is delightful."
"It's an asset. People think I'm healthy. Rosy cheeks."
He held the weight of the door until it closed, then he followed her into the living room. "Does it happen all the time or only when you're with me?"
Darcy plucked her leather pocketbook from the recliner. "I blush more when I'm with you than I have in the past five years. It must be your zodiac sign. What is it?" If he said the bull, she'd die. She had to learn to think before she spoke.
"I'm a Virgo," he said with eyes twinkling, daring her to comment.
She wasn't touching that with a twenty foot pole. "I'm a Sagittarius. Do you know if we're compatible?"
Seth reached out his hands and grasped her elbows, drawing her slowly toward him, entrapping her hands and purse between them. He kissed the tip of her nose. "We dance well together, but maybe we should take another test."
"What do you have in mind?" she asked, suddenly very short of breath.
"Something special. But I think we'll wait until after dinner."
She nodded vaguely and scolded herself. She couldn't explode like a keg of gun powder every time he came close.
"Your eyes turn more green than blue when you think I'm going to kiss you."
She smiled. "Do you think that means something?"
"I hope it means I arouse your passion."
She clicked her tongue. "I don't know, Seth. That could be one very smooth line."
"I know better than to use lines with you. You've probably heard them all."
"I think you have a mistaken impression of me. Men talk to me about the current rattle in their engine more than they do the color of my eyes."
"That's hard to
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