Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Only a Kiss ~ Part 47

“Does the ball have a theme?” asked Ana.
“A theme? Do I need one of those and where can I buy it?”
Ana couldn’t help but smile at the seriousness on Phillip’s face. Apparently her walk into P.S. Shoes was serendipitous in many ways.
Ana got up and walked to the desk in the corner. Opening the top drawer she found a notepad and pen. “Well,” she said as she walked back. “Most of these parties have some kind of theme to give their event a certain ambiance. What types of people are expected to come and what is your main goal? To find homes for the dogs or to raise money?”
“Money is always helpful,” said Phillip. “We’ll have a lot of wealthy dog owners there, but my aunt’s primary purpose is to find good homes, both foster and forever, for the labs.”
“Great,” said Ana, writing down some notes. “So it needs to be sophisticated but fun.”
“Do those two things go together?” asked Phillip, a tug at his lips.
“If you plan it right, even the old money will loosen their ties,” said Ana, smiling back.
“When I opened P.S. Shoes the plan was for it to be classy and fun, but most of our clients want to come in, find the perfect pair of shoes and leave without much fanfare.”
“Well, that’s different,” said Ana. “They’ll be coming to this event to have a good time and help a good cause.” She crossed her legs. “I’ve been wondering, how did you come up with that store name, P.S. Shoes? Is it named after you? Phillip Stanley?”
Phillip laughed. “Most people assume that, but no.”
“Intriguing,” said Ana. “Are you going to tell me the story behind the name?”
Phillip looked at his watch. “Sure, but it’s getting late would you like …”
Ana cell phone rang interrupting his sentence.
“I’m sorry,” said Ana. “Let me get that, real fast.”
She hurried over to the small table where she had placed the phone to charge after her talk with Cindy. She looked at the number and didn’t recognize it. She thought about letting it ring, but decided to take her chances.
“Hello,” came a baritone voice. “Is this Anastasia?”
“Oh good, I was afraid you might have given me the wrong number after the way I acted like a complete jerk this afternoon,” said Brett. “I’m so sorry about that and would like to make it up to you. How about dinner tonight if you don’t already have plans.”
Ana’s heart soared. “Of course, I’d love to. What time?”
“Seven-thirty,” said Brett. “Give me your address and I’ll pick you up. Do you like seafood?”
“I love it!” Ana said and then took a deep breath to steady her excitement and gave him her address. “See you in an hour.”
Ana kept herself from releasing a school girl squeal remembering that Phillip was still sitting in her living room. She turned and saw him standing, Tess already on her leash.
“Didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” said Phillip. “But it sounded like you’ve made plans and we can discuss the ball details in the morning as originally planned.”
“Thanks for understanding,” said Ana, but she couldn’t help but feel Phillip was disappointed as he walked to the door. “Phillip?”
He turned.
“Everything okay?” Ana asked. “I really hope you don’t mind. I’ve been hoping for these dinner plans since I arrived in San Francisco.”
Phillip forced a smile. “Of course I don’t mind. It was I who busted in on your evening, or I guess it was Tess. Either way, everything is fine. Have a good night, see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight,” said Ana as she closed the door behind Phillip and rushed to her room to find the perfect dress. Her date with Brett was happening and she was going to show him, she could be much more than a fling on the beach.

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