Running after her dog, she almost didn’t see the car. The driver screeched to a halt and she waved in apology, taking off after Bounce again.
Three blocks later, she got close enough to the terrier to grab his leash. Out of breath and sheened in sweat, she gasped, “You’re lucky you’re so cute. How do your little legs move so fast?”
Her sweet dog happily leapt around her, oblivious that the chase wasn’t a game and his owner felt on the verge of a coronary.
“I cannot with you. Let’s go home.”
Turning to make the walk back to her house, a man stood in his open car door. He was the one who’d almost hit her. Shit. She hoped he wasn’t one of those road rage people.
“I’m sorry. Truly. He got away from me. I didn’t want him hit so I was trying to catch him before he made it to the main road.”
“I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” He nodded at Bounce. “He’s adorable…and fast.”
Bending, she scratched her boy behind the ears. “And badly behaved.” Glancing up, she smiled. “Thanks for checking.”
“Have dinner with me.”
The request was the last thing she expected and it showed. “I’m sorry…what?” Men didn’t ask her out. Men didn’t notice her at all actually.
“Have dinner with me. I know a great little place downtown. McAvoy’s.”
Standing, she couldn’t help but grin. “I know the place. I own it.”
His eyes widened in surprise. He stepped away from his car and closed the door. “I’m Drew.”
“Priscilla. Nice to meet you.”
“Have dinner with me, Priscilla.”
He was her age, maybe a little older, with pretty brown eyes and a nice face. She was a wreck, sweaty, wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt, her ponytail falling out of her rubber band.
“I tell you what, the next time you’re at the cafe, ask for me. Let’s see where it goes from there.”
His smile this time was slow. A man hadn’t looked at her in such a way in…ever. It just wasn’t a look she inspired.
“Are you okay to get home?” She nodded. “Then I’ll see you at McAvoy’s. It was a pleasure to meet you, Priscilla.”
He gave a small wink and got in his car. As he drove away, he waved. When he was out of sight, she glanced down at Bounce.
“What a good boy you are.”
© Shayne McClendon
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