Free Interview with Love by Lisa Y. Watson Page A

her in all the right places. In this vision her hair was down and curled softly to frame her face. He was gazing at her like she was featured on the menu. A live Jazz trio played a soulful melody nearby. Suddenly, Vaughn grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the table. He twirled her around once and guided her to the dance floor.
    â€œStop it,” she said, snapping herself out of her own fantasy. Her hand snaked out to grab the dessert off her table. She felt so warm the frozen treat would probably melt on contact. “I’m a psychologist,” she reasoned. “No need to freak out. Emotions I can handle. Besides, I’ve interviewed hundreds of people before. This is just one man, right?” Sienna thought back to the man that hit on her in New Hampshire. The one she’d dubbed the living Adonis. “I have nothing to worry about—we’re’ just friends. Besides, Vaughn doesn’t even have a shiny red cape.” Yeah, her conscience replied. But something tells us he doesn’t need one.

Chapter Seven
Angel
    â€œIt’s my turn,” Angella Petersen whispered in Vaughn’s ear.
    He passed her the popcorn. “I knew I should’ve gotten you your own tub,” he teased. “You said you only wanted a little.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about, Uncle Vaughn? I’ve only had a few hands full.”
    â€œUh-huh. If that’s the case, why is it almost empty?” he queried.
    His goddaughter squinted her eyes in the limited light and peered into the darkened popcorn container. “Because you’ve got bigger hands than I do?”
    Vaughn chuckled and poked her. “Good try, Miss Petersen, but I’m not buying it.”
    Angella poked him back. “Shh. The movie’s starting.”
    â€œBrat,” he whispered.
    Two and a half hours later, they made their way out of the IMAX Theatre at Marbles Kids Museum. “Thanks for the movie, Uncle Vaughn. I loved it,” Angella said, hugging him.
    â€œIt was awesome, wasn’t it?”
    â€œDad’s going to freak when I tell him what a good time he missed.” Angella followed Vaughn out the door. She wrapped her arm around his as they walked back to the parking lot behind the building.
    â€œHe knows anytime we go out he ends up missing out on all the fun. Serves him right,” Vaughn joked. Opening her car door, he got her settled into her seat before he closed the door. By the time Vaughn slid into the driver’s seat Angella had secured her seat belt.
    â€œWhere to now?” she inquired.
    â€œNow I drive you home, Angel.”
    She glanced over at Vaughn. “It’s still early,” she complained.
    â€œLittle girl, it’s eleven o’clock. That could hardly be considered early.”
    â€œSure it can.”
    â€œNot for a nine year-old,” Vaughn clarified.
    â€œWell, are you taking me to soccer practice? You promised you would this time.”
    â€œI remember. I will be at your door bright and early.”
    She settled back into the leather seat and watched the lights zoom by. When he got on I-540 going west she turned toward him. “Uncle Vaughn, can we stop by the airport to see the planes land?”
    â€œNot a chance. Besides, Observation Park is probably closed by now. How about tomorrow?”
    â€œWon’t you have a date or something?”
    Vaughn’s head snapped up. “Excuse me?”
    â€œWell it is the weekend. You should get out. Maybe you could call your new friend?”
    Vaughn was going to have a nice talk with Carlton when he dropped Angella home.
    â€œSomeone’s been eavesdropping.”
    â€œUncle Vaughn, you know how loud daddy talks. I can’t help it if I happen to overhear stuff. The walls aren’t concrete, you know.”
    â€œUh-huh. We’re not exactly friends, yet munchkin. I’ve only seen her a few times.”
    â€œBut you’d like to be,” Angella