Page 15 of Brazen

He didn’t move.

Oh boy. This was as awkward as my first prom-posal.

Here it came.

“I know you might think my mother is making me do this, but you seem nice, Clio. I like your smile, and I’d like to hear more about you and your…”

“Son,” I added.

He grinned. “Would you like to go out sometime? Without the audience?”

I flicked a gaze at Ernie and Sam. Sam frowned, and Ernie had a big grin, shamelessly giving me a thumbs up. Then he pushed Sam on the shoulder and guided him into the office.

Okay. This was what I wanted. A date with a single guy in Cooper Valley.

Yaaaay.

It was a weak yay, but whatever. David seemed nice. Courteous. At the worst, we could talk about our kids for an hour or two.

Why was I worrying that Sam might have overheard? He couldn’t. The door to the office was shut. I was just used to JT’s supernatural hearing abilities.

I nodded. “Sure. Yes. That would be nice.”

His eyes widened, as if he didn’t expect me to agree. “Yeah? Great. Orlando’s is a great restaurant. How about tomorrow night? Do you need a babysitter? My daughter babysits.”

Yeah, and that wouldn’t be awkward if I needed to bail on the date early. Not at all.

“No, I have someone. Okay. Tomorrow is good.”

I didn’t mean to, but I accidentally glanced toward the office window.

Oh shit. Sam was staring right through the glass at us like he’d heard every word. But when he saw me looking, he just grinned and waved.

Grinned and waved.

So he was just a flirt.

Great. Whew. Okay.

Not that I should worry about his feelings, anyway. I already told him no when he asked me out. He was the one who’d shown up twice, brought me a coffee–which I still held–and wanted more. I might be desperate for man-made orgasms, but I didn’t have to say yes to every guy who’d be talented at giving me them.

I wasn’t going to date Sam–ever.

In fact, it would probably be good if he heard me making a date with a guy my age.

Or a bit older.

Quite a bit older.

Whatever–it was just a date. I had a date with a dentist. Someone who looked like a nice guy, not a cocky, gorgeous flirt who reminded me way too much of Ted.

So yay me.

Yaaaaay me.

I plastered a smile on my face and gave David my number. Well, I had to start somewhere, and maybe I’d get a free teeth cleaning.

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