Free Love And Coffee: A Cup Of Grace Romance Series Book 1 by Katy Halliday

woman.”
                  “Yeah.  I might seem like a modern girl, but I’ve got some old fashioned wants in me.”
                  I turned back around.  “Yeah.  Me too. It will happen.  You’ll see.”
                  “Listen to you, Miss Optimistic,” she said, pretending to punch me in the shoulder.  “Be optimistic about this coffee shop, too, will you?  Cup of Grace.  We named it the right name.  We are going to find our Grace for this thing.”
                  I turned and looked at her again.  “Yeah.  We are, aren’t we?”

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TEN
     
     
     
                  I had just gotten out of the shower when the doorbell rang.  “Can one of you get that?” I called from the bedroom I shared with Jillian. When it rang again, I remembered they had gone shopping for more cleaning supplies for the shop.  That place was going to need a lot of cleaning supplies.  I sighed.  Was it worth it to open the door in my bathrobe and a towel turban wrapped around my wet hair?  Would I send someone screaming and running away by doing so?  I shrugged my shoulders.  Let’s see.
                  Then there was a knock.  “Hold your horses,” I muttered and went to answer the door.
                  “Oh!” I said when I stood face to face with Matt.
                  “Oh!” he said taking in my bathrobe and towel turban.  “I—I can come back later.  I didn’t mean to disturb you,” he said, looking away.
                  Awkward.  I was suddenly regretting having opened the door as I pulled my robe tightly around myself.
                  “No, that’s okay,” I said.  “Come on in, and uh, have a seat. I’ll throw something on really quick.  I turned around and headed back to my room without checking to see if he had come in.  I threw on some clothes faster than lightning and re-emerged in record time.  I left the towel turban on.  There was only so much he could be expected to handle all at once.  I wasn’t wearing makeup, after all.
                  “Sorry for disturbing you,” he said with a nervous laugh.  He was still standing up, looking awkward.  I guess I shouldn’t have put the poor man through that.
                  “You’re not disturbing me,” I said and smiled, hoping I didn’t look completely ridiculous with the turban on.
                  His cheeks had turned a bit pink, I noticed.  “It’s a nice day, isn’t?” he finally said after looking around the room again.
                  “It is,” I agreed.  “Why don’t you have a seat?”
                  “Oh, no, I have to get going, but um, I wanted to ask you something,” he said, hesitating.
                  Oh my gosh, was he going to ask me out?  He had that uncomfortable look about him that may not have been from seeing me without makeup.
                  “Would you like to, if you’re not busy I mean, go to dinner and a movie?” he finally finished.
                  He did!  He asked me out!  The teenage girl inside of me wanted to squeal and call all her girlfriends.  And maybe start carving our initials in the tree outside.  Or at least write my first name with his last name all over my binder.  “Yes, I would love to!” I said, not caring if I sounded overly enthusiastic.
                  “Really? That’s great!  That’s really great!” he said and continued to just stare at me.
                  “Um, when?”
                  “Oh, how about Friday night?  6:30?”
                  That sounds great,” I said. 
    We stood and looked at each other for a minute or so.  “Well, um, I guess I’ll get going then,” he finally said.
                  “Okay, see you then,” I said and watched him