Chapter
15
Driving home in her Volkswagen after the Building
Committee meeting on Tuesday night, Goldie turned onto Oak Street and slowed
down as she passed Ryan’s house. A faint glimmer of light shown through the
front window. He was probably in the kitchen, but she didn’t want to talk to
him tonight. She could catch him tomorrow, when she was fresh.
If
only she had his phone number.
She
pulled into her driveway, just as her cell phone rang from the depths of her
purse.
Turning
off the engine, she pulled out the phone, wishing Ryan was on the other end.
“Hello?”
“Hey,
Goldie.”
“Hi,
Mike.” Recognizing her brother’s voice, she leaned back against the car seat.
“Don’t tell me you have another blind date for me.”
He
laughed. “No, I’ve concluded your blind dates. Brian worked out well, didn’t
he?”
Goldie
raised her eyebrows. “He did?”
“I
finally found the perfect match for you. Brian just reveled in your date last
night at the Kaffee Klatch.”
“Oh,
yeah. We really whooped it up.” She rolled her eyes.
“I’m
glad you enjoyed yourself, Goldie. Brian wants to take you out again.”
Great! “Well, um, I don’t know, Mike.”
“He
delighted in your personality. I just got off the phone with him, and he wants
your phone number. Do I have your permission to give it to him?”
“No!”
Her
brother paused. “No?”
“I’m
sorry, Mike. Brian might have enjoyed himself, but I didn’t. Besides, I want to
date Ryan.”
“The
Imposter?”
“One
and the same. I’m going to ask his forgiveness for yelling at him, and for
being so…so stinkin’ mean to him!”
“But
Goldie—”
“I really like him! And
it was my fault anyway. I’ve relived Friday night a thousand times, and I was
talking so much at first that he couldn’t say a word.”
“See? You do talk too
much!”
“Thanks a lot. Anyway, he
tried to tell me he wasn’t my blind date, but I kept interrupting him. I thought
he didn’t like to talk, and I couldn’t believe he was so good looking, and I
just kept talking.” She sighed, wishing things could have been different.
“So you don’t want to date Brian again?”
Her heart melted at the sadness in his
voice. “I’m sorry, Mike.”
“Brian’s a great guy. I thought you two
would be perfect together. He’s the quiet type who stays in the background, and
you’re the talkative one out front.”
“Yeah, and he smiles
enough for both of us.”
Mike chuckled. “He does have that
quirk.”
“I’m sure Brian’s a great
person, but he’s not for me.” But maybe Ryan was. At least, she hoped so.
“All right, Goldie. I’ll
tell Brian, uh…you’re dating someone else.”
“Thanks. You’re the best
brother in the world. But do me a favor?”
“What’s that?”
“No more blind dates,
okay?”
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Tomorrow we’ll read about
Goldie’s work as a potter, and her booth at the Gallery Connection. Until then, God bless!
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