Dr. Grant. Its my mission to raise that percentage and provide a better, easier life for the many individuals struggling with this issue.
So? I tried to sound casual but my heart was pounding in my chest. I experienced a feeling that had long been absent where my sleep disorder was concernedhope.
This is your chance, Suze. And youve already met! It will be easy to reconnect.
Right. Easy. As soon as I have a lobotomy and forget what happened between us.
Unfortunately David arrived at our table before I could get it scheduled.
He looked even better than I remembered. Thats amazing since what I remember was pretty remarkable.
Ms. Charles? he inquired politely. His eyes crinkled pleasantly at the corners. I recalled him as Id seen him that night in the hotelelegantly dressed, calm, amused but compassionateand I wished wed met under any other circumstances. Why couldnt I have had a flat tire in his presence? Or fallen down a flight of stairs? Something that, if not graceful, at least wasnt completely weird.
Too late to hide now however; might as well blunder through it. Hello, Dr. Grant.
I introduced Darla, who was kicking me under the table. She bestowed on him one of her brightest, most entrancing smiles. As I looked at David through my friends eyes, I understood why she was batting her eyelashes and playing the Southern belle even though she was about as Southern as the Canadian border.
Then, much to my dismay, Darla craned her neck as if looking for someone standing near the door to the ladies restroom. Uh-oh. Suddenly she began to wave and stood up from her chair. I think I see someone I might know. Dr. Grant, its so nice to meet you. Please, stay and visit with Suze while I check this out. And she steamed off purposefully, apparently determined to find this mysterious acquaintance of hers.
It was an old trick, something my friends had devised in college for discretely getting out of the way when one of us was talking to a good-looking guy. Evacuate the area, one of the girls would whisper and abruptly everyone was sure they recognized someone they knew in other parts of the room. It was also a clear signal that the guy in question had their mark of approval. We never left a friend alone with a guy of whom we didnt approve.
Dr. Grant was as good as wearing Darlas endorsement on his forehead now.
Any more episodes? he asked gently. Or would you rather not talk about it?
Things are fine, thanks. I closed my eyes against the image of Chipper strapped into Tommys car seat. Nothing unusually abnormal. Unfortunately I was telling the complete, honest truth about that. Once Id trimmed all the shrubs in my parents front yard during a midnight gardening frenzy.
He had to have felt the chilly wall I erected between us but he was gracious nonetheless.
This is a pleasant surprise. He glanced at one of the empty chairs at the table.
Not too obvious or anything, I thought. Would you like to sit down?
Thanks. Dont mind if I do.
As he slid into the chair, I wondered what was wrong with me. The best looking, probably most intelligent man in the room was making nice with me and I was miserable about it.
Do you come here often? he asked, using the oldest line in the book. Its one of my favorite places to eat. They have great ribs and the desserts are excellent.
I didnt admit that the prices were a little steep for me. They obviously didnt make a dent in his billfold.
I know. I indicated the to-go boxes. I had several.
Remember the diner we went to in Chicago? Thats my other favorite spot.
Id nearly forgotten. It was rather amazing, wasnt it? I believe I ate the worlds finest breakfast in that little place.
I hardly noticed Darla drift back into the picture. Dr. Grant was regaling me with a story of the time hed had to break up a fight between the cook and a biker who had accused the cook of over-salting the eggs. Not only that, mesmerized as I was by his dark good looks, I wasnt interested in looking around the room when
So? I tried to sound casual but my heart was pounding in my chest. I experienced a feeling that had long been absent where my sleep disorder was concernedhope.
This is your chance, Suze. And youve already met! It will be easy to reconnect.
Right. Easy. As soon as I have a lobotomy and forget what happened between us.
Unfortunately David arrived at our table before I could get it scheduled.
He looked even better than I remembered. Thats amazing since what I remember was pretty remarkable.
Ms. Charles? he inquired politely. His eyes crinkled pleasantly at the corners. I recalled him as Id seen him that night in the hotelelegantly dressed, calm, amused but compassionateand I wished wed met under any other circumstances. Why couldnt I have had a flat tire in his presence? Or fallen down a flight of stairs? Something that, if not graceful, at least wasnt completely weird.
Too late to hide now however; might as well blunder through it. Hello, Dr. Grant.
I introduced Darla, who was kicking me under the table. She bestowed on him one of her brightest, most entrancing smiles. As I looked at David through my friends eyes, I understood why she was batting her eyelashes and playing the Southern belle even though she was about as Southern as the Canadian border.
Then, much to my dismay, Darla craned her neck as if looking for someone standing near the door to the ladies restroom. Uh-oh. Suddenly she began to wave and stood up from her chair. I think I see someone I might know. Dr. Grant, its so nice to meet you. Please, stay and visit with Suze while I check this out. And she steamed off purposefully, apparently determined to find this mysterious acquaintance of hers.
It was an old trick, something my friends had devised in college for discretely getting out of the way when one of us was talking to a good-looking guy. Evacuate the area, one of the girls would whisper and abruptly everyone was sure they recognized someone they knew in other parts of the room. It was also a clear signal that the guy in question had their mark of approval. We never left a friend alone with a guy of whom we didnt approve.
Dr. Grant was as good as wearing Darlas endorsement on his forehead now.
Any more episodes? he asked gently. Or would you rather not talk about it?
Things are fine, thanks. I closed my eyes against the image of Chipper strapped into Tommys car seat. Nothing unusually abnormal. Unfortunately I was telling the complete, honest truth about that. Once Id trimmed all the shrubs in my parents front yard during a midnight gardening frenzy.
He had to have felt the chilly wall I erected between us but he was gracious nonetheless.
This is a pleasant surprise. He glanced at one of the empty chairs at the table.
Not too obvious or anything, I thought. Would you like to sit down?
Thanks. Dont mind if I do.
As he slid into the chair, I wondered what was wrong with me. The best looking, probably most intelligent man in the room was making nice with me and I was miserable about it.
Do you come here often? he asked, using the oldest line in the book. Its one of my favorite places to eat. They have great ribs and the desserts are excellent.
I didnt admit that the prices were a little steep for me. They obviously didnt make a dent in his billfold.
I know. I indicated the to-go boxes. I had several.
Remember the diner we went to in Chicago? Thats my other favorite spot.
Id nearly forgotten. It was rather amazing, wasnt it? I believe I ate the worlds finest breakfast in that little place.
I hardly noticed Darla drift back into the picture. Dr. Grant was regaling me with a story of the time hed had to break up a fight between the cook and a biker who had accused the cook of over-salting the eggs. Not only that, mesmerized as I was by his dark good looks, I wasnt interested in looking around the room when
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