Friday, September 11, 2015
Only a Kiss ~ Part 4
Brett gave her a wink as he walked to his table and Ana let out a low, happy sigh.
“What was that all about?” asked Cindy, as the wait staff started to serve the first course.
“He was just helping me to my seat,” said Ana. “I tripped as I was walking over here and he caught me before I could fall.”
Cindy giggled. “Did he? Seems like you’ve fallen pretty hard.”
Ana felt her cheeks grow hot and knew she was blushing. “Cindy, I just met him.”
“And you’re gushing like a school girl over him,” Cindy said with a giggle.
“Do you know him?” asked Ana.
“Brett Morrow?” Cindy nodded. “Kind of, he was Charles’ roommate at Yale. I believe he lives in San Francisco now and works for some company that buys Mom and Pop companies and makes them super successful. We had dinner with him the other night when he came into town. Seems really smart and I like that he helps small business owners.”
Ana took in the information as she watched Brett help an elderly lady into her chair. She sat her chin on her hand and sighed. “He seems perfect, but I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with him.”
Cindy wrinkled her nose. “You just said he seemed perfect? What could be wrong?”
“No one is perfect,” said Ana. “He probably has an extra toe or a crazy wife locked up in the tower a la Jane Eyre.”
“Pretty sure his San Francisco penthouse does not have a tower and Charles would’ve told me if Brett had a crazy wife locked away. He lives for that kind of gossip.”
“Who doesn’t?” asked Ana with a bit of a smile.
“I don’t,” said Cindy, her smile fading.
Ana felt the air rush out of her and scrambled for an apology, “Oh Cindy, I’m sorry. All those times my mother locked you in your room and Deidra told everyone at school you were crazy. I just meant …”
Cindy’s smile returned as she put her hand on Ana’s arm. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it that way. Who doesn’t love Jane Eyre? My point is, why feed into gossip, or in this case your own overthinking, and not just enjoy the moment? After dinner just see where it goes, dance with Brett, take a moonlight stroll on the beach, have fun without worrying when the other shoe is going to drop.”
Charles tapped Cindy’s shoulder getting her attention and Ana turned her attention to her salad. As she swirled her spinach in balsamic vinegar, Cindy’s words echoed in her head. Why shouldn’t she just have fun tonight?
Ana stabbed a tomato with her fork and squared her shoulders. She was going to live up the night and leave her worries behind.