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“Thank you for dinner. It was delicious,” he said.
“You’re welcome.”
“See you Friday night, Moira.” He stood from his stool and pushed it in under the counter.
“See you then.” She watched him walk out her front door and close it behind him. Then she touched her fingers to her cheek. Had that really just happened?
Chapter Eighteen
True You was the one and only women’s clothing boutique in Somerset Lake. Fortunately, it had a wide variety of stylish things to meet most women’s needs.
Tess held up a cream-colored pantsuit. “What about this?”
Moira tilted her head. “It’s a little formal, isn’t it?”
“You’re running for mayor,” Tess stressed. “You’re going to be doing interviews and participating in community events. You can’t wear jeans and a T-shirt all the time.”
Moira still hadn’t told her friends about tomorrow’s date with Gil. They were going to freak out. In a good way, she suspected, but still it would catch them off guard. “I just think I need something nicer than jeans and a T-shirt, but more casual than a pantsuit forsomeoccasions.”
“What occasions?” Lucy could always home in on something off in a conversation. “A pantsuit would work for anything. I think it’s a good choice.”
“Okay, I’ll try it out. But what if I wanted to go, I don’t know, like on a date?” Moira asked, trying to sound hypothetical.
“A date?” Trisha asked, sitting in a chair along the wall. Every time Moira saw her, Trisha’s belly had grown. The baby wasn’t due until this fall. At this rate, it was going to be a long, hot summer for Trisha.
Moira looked around at all her friends’ faces, which seemed to be beaming.
“With whom?” Trisha asked. “You met a guy?”
Moira was starting to wish they’d just stuck with book club tonight instead of a shopping trip where all the focus was on her. “I didn’t say that.”
“You saiddate. The Moira I know doesn’t prepare for hypothetical dates,” Tess said.
Moira shrugged. “Okay, maybe I’m going on a date tomorrow night at six thirty.” Her cheeks burned as she avoided her friends’ gazes. “And if that were the case, what would I wear to a nice dinner with a nice guy?”
“Nice guy?” Tess asked as her brows drew impossibly higher on her forehead.
Moira swallowed, and looked at her friend.
Tess and Lucy shared a knowing look as both of their mouths curled into huge grins.
“Whoa. What’s that look?” Moira asked, looking between them.
“You’re going on a date with Gil?” Lucy practically shouted.
“What?” Trisha said, jaw dropping.
Moira wanted to hide in the racks of clothing nearby. “Who said anything about Gil?”
Lucy pointed a finger at her. “You did. You saidnice guy. We all know that Gil is the poster boy for nice guys.”
“So?” Tess prodded. “Are we right?”
Moira shook her head as her gaze bounced among her friends. She couldn’t lie to them even if she tried. Knowing this group of women, they’d be camped out on her doorstep at six thirty tomorrow just to find out who her mystery date was. “It’s just dinner, okay?”
Lucy squealed and cupped a hand to her mouth.
“I am so happy for you, Moira,” Tess said. “And you’re right. A pantsuit will not do for this monumental occasion. We’ve been waiting for you to go on a date with Gil for years. This needs to be special.”
