person in your life?" I asked, throwing his question right back at him.
"Of course."
Neither one of us was going to give details. I needed to figure a way out of this conversation before he asked me another question about Don.
"Do you hope to have other dates with this guy?" he asked quickly.
Crap! "I guess so. I . . . I'll just have to see how it goes."
Smirk?
He nodded and smiled. No, that wasn't really a smile; it was more like a smirk.
"So are you going to tell me anymore about your family?" I asked, to change the
subject. I didn't want to talk about family today, but I really didn't want to talk about our love lives.
"Not yet. But I am doing some research into yours, and I have to tell you, if I'm on the right track, your family is pretty fascinating."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not going to elaborate just yet. I'm still digging, and I don't want to tell you something that isn't really true."
"But if you've already found out something, how could it not be true?" "It's complicated." His tone was serene, and I could tell he wasn't going to
explain. Fine. I would get it out of him, eventually. I'd rather wait for a day when I could give him my undivided attention, anyway.
"I'll get it out of you. One day."
"You won't have to try hard," he whispered. Suddenly, his expression looked pained; his eyes held a sadness that I didn't even want to try to analyze.
"I guess I should get back to work," I said, standing up, not making eye contact. I discarded my paper plate and got a soda out of the vending machine before leaving the break room..
The afternoon was worse than the morning. I read a magazine, which helped, but the closer it got to being the time for me to get off work, the more I stressed about my date.
Chrys finally let me leave early, so I hurried out the door. The wind was whipping in every direction. My hair flew around my face, and I struggled to brush it aside as I hopped in my car. When I got on the road, anticipation made it feel like I'd never get home, but I did. I grabbed the variety of clothes that Chloe and I had picked out, which I'd put gingerly in my trunk this morning, and ran upstairs. I took a nice, long shower, which actually helped my nerves, and contemplated which outfit I would
go with. I understood I couldn't make a final decision until I knew what we were doing, but with the wind howling as it was, I knew a skirt would be out of the question. I wanted to feel pretty, not pretty embarrassed, which was exactly how I would have felt if my skirt flew up.
I got out of the shower and barely dried off when I heard the phone ringing. I wrapped the towel around me as I flew out of the bathroom, grabbing the phone.
"Hello?" I asked breathlessly.
"Hi," Don said, sounding relieved, making the word last several seconds. "Hi." I smiled brightly. He sounded so good!
"We're still on for tonight, right?" he asked casually but with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"Yes, where are you taking me?"
"I wanted to take you to a botanical garden, but it's pretty windy outside. How about we just go out to eat? Do you like Japanese food?"
"Yes. I love sushi."
"Great, I'll pick you up at seven. We can do the botanical garden tomorrow, if you'd like."
He was already making plans with me for tomorrow before we even went out tonight? Yeah!
"Sounds good. I'll see you later."
I couldn't believe it. I'd get to see him in a couple of hours and again tomorrow. This just kept getting better and better! Who cared about what Chrys knew? So what if my mom made plans to come get me next year? Chrys had a death certificate just like me, but he wasn't scared about dying on his birthday. All that would just have to wait. I was going to enjoy this part of my life.
I no longer felt nervous about tonight. Just knowing Don wanted to see me again tomorrow seemed to wash away those pre-date jitters.
I decided to wear some trendy jeans and a red blouse, so I could wear my new, red, designer pumps. I fixed my hair so