him to call, so... “Actually, my calendar is somewhat clear, so, sure, why not?” Once they decided on a place to meet and hung up, Sydnee sat for a moment chewing on her bottom lip. She still couldn’t fathom the fact she gave him her number, much less agreed to go to lunch.
Picking up the receiver, Sydnee dialed and waited.
“What’s up Chuck?”
“I won’t be meeting you for lunch today.” A broad smile spread across her face as Sydnee drew circles with her pen on the pad of paper on her desk, listening to Sara on the other end of the receiver.
“What? You’re canceling on me? It better be good.”
“I’ll let you know,” she answered cryptically.
“You’ll let me know? Sydnee, what’s going on? Are you sniffing glue or something at that design shop?”
“No, I just have a lunch date.” Sydnee was a little wary and she could only imagine what Sara was going to say.
“Lunch date? With who, a client? I know you—oh wait—did he call you already?” Sara asked, cutting her own thoughts short.
“Yes. I just got off the phone with him.” She turned back to the bouquet of flowers, fingering the petals of a rose before leaning over to smell the sumptuous scent infusing the air.
“You were right. He is a persistent little something.”
“Yes he is. And on top of that, he sent me a bouquet of flowers this morning.”
“You’re kidding. Awww, he’s so cute.”
“Stop it. I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. What have I gotten myself into?” She was sure this was going to be some kind of ‘little boy with a crush’ situation and she was starting to think better of going with him to lunch. What was she thinking? She was a grown woman with two little boys to raise. She didn’t have time to raise another one. She was clearly older than Quinn. Couldn’t he see that? She could only attribute her rash decision to the undeniably sexy way his voice rumbled through her phone and his unmistakable charm. He was downright magnificent. She’d had a hard enough time trying to forget just how rock hard his bicep was under her fingertips when she had squeezed it at the club. “Maybe I should call him back and tell him I can’t go.”
“Sydnee, don’t you dare. He’s sweet okay? And it’s not going to hurt anything for you to go to lunch with him. Once it’s done, then you don’t have to deal with him anymore. You might crush his little ego if you cancel on him now.”
She sat up and it was as if common sense had come knocking on her door and Sydnee realized what she was doing. She was getting ready to go on a date with a man much younger than her and, oh what am I doing? “What if it gets weird? Sara, I have children. I don’t need some crazy crush drama going on.” She could feel her palms starting to sweat as her heart rate increased. What am I doing?
“Look, if it gets too weird, just make an excuse and call me.”
“All right, but we’re going to Deuce-22, so if I text you 911, you’ll know where I am.” Sydnee had to laugh at herself and her paranoia. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t think of one viable excuse not go out with Quinn. Honestly, even as nervous as she was, she didn’t think she wanted one.
“Okay. I don’t really think you have a thing to worry about, but I’ve got your back,” Sara snickered through the receiver.
“Pray for me.”
###
Walking in to the restaurant, Sydnee removed her coat and let the attendant know she was waiting for someone, and she headed to the mahogany bar to wait for Quinn, taking in the cozy atmosphere of the place. The beautiful hardwood floors shone as if they had been buffed that morning and she loved the way natural light filtered through the floor to ceiling windows on the far end of the dining area. The walls were decorated with paintings by local artists and she inhaled the aromas of the freshly baked goods at the counter closest to the door. She hadn’t been to the restaurant since it
Picking up the receiver, Sydnee dialed and waited.
“What’s up Chuck?”
“I won’t be meeting you for lunch today.” A broad smile spread across her face as Sydnee drew circles with her pen on the pad of paper on her desk, listening to Sara on the other end of the receiver.
“What? You’re canceling on me? It better be good.”
“I’ll let you know,” she answered cryptically.
“You’ll let me know? Sydnee, what’s going on? Are you sniffing glue or something at that design shop?”
“No, I just have a lunch date.” Sydnee was a little wary and she could only imagine what Sara was going to say.
“Lunch date? With who, a client? I know you—oh wait—did he call you already?” Sara asked, cutting her own thoughts short.
“Yes. I just got off the phone with him.” She turned back to the bouquet of flowers, fingering the petals of a rose before leaning over to smell the sumptuous scent infusing the air.
“You were right. He is a persistent little something.”
“Yes he is. And on top of that, he sent me a bouquet of flowers this morning.”
“You’re kidding. Awww, he’s so cute.”
“Stop it. I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. What have I gotten myself into?” She was sure this was going to be some kind of ‘little boy with a crush’ situation and she was starting to think better of going with him to lunch. What was she thinking? She was a grown woman with two little boys to raise. She didn’t have time to raise another one. She was clearly older than Quinn. Couldn’t he see that? She could only attribute her rash decision to the undeniably sexy way his voice rumbled through her phone and his unmistakable charm. He was downright magnificent. She’d had a hard enough time trying to forget just how rock hard his bicep was under her fingertips when she had squeezed it at the club. “Maybe I should call him back and tell him I can’t go.”
“Sydnee, don’t you dare. He’s sweet okay? And it’s not going to hurt anything for you to go to lunch with him. Once it’s done, then you don’t have to deal with him anymore. You might crush his little ego if you cancel on him now.”
She sat up and it was as if common sense had come knocking on her door and Sydnee realized what she was doing. She was getting ready to go on a date with a man much younger than her and, oh what am I doing? “What if it gets weird? Sara, I have children. I don’t need some crazy crush drama going on.” She could feel her palms starting to sweat as her heart rate increased. What am I doing?
“Look, if it gets too weird, just make an excuse and call me.”
“All right, but we’re going to Deuce-22, so if I text you 911, you’ll know where I am.” Sydnee had to laugh at herself and her paranoia. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t think of one viable excuse not go out with Quinn. Honestly, even as nervous as she was, she didn’t think she wanted one.
“Okay. I don’t really think you have a thing to worry about, but I’ve got your back,” Sara snickered through the receiver.
“Pray for me.”
###
Walking in to the restaurant, Sydnee removed her coat and let the attendant know she was waiting for someone, and she headed to the mahogany bar to wait for Quinn, taking in the cozy atmosphere of the place. The beautiful hardwood floors shone as if they had been buffed that morning and she loved the way natural light filtered through the floor to ceiling windows on the far end of the dining area. The walls were decorated with paintings by local artists and she inhaled the aromas of the freshly baked goods at the counter closest to the door. She hadn’t been to the restaurant since it
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