pulled back into a ponytail and her designer clothes were replaced with my preferred clothing – yoga pants and tank top.
I doubted it, but I didn’t bother telling Macy that. She’d just roll her eyes and explain, again, how good it would be for me to get out into the dating world again and find something to do just for me. Apparently, ogling Jack and playing infinite games of UNO didn’t count as a successful personal life to her.
“Then you date him,” I said teasingly.
“Yes. Tate would love that.” I laughed with her. Obviously, her fiancé wouldn’t like it.
“So what do you know about him again?”
“He’s been working in DC for the last few years and just moved back to Chicago. And Tate likes him.” She smirked at me victoriously.
If anyone was more protective of Logan and me than she was, it was most definitely Tate. He was great with Logan, always taking him to baseball games in the summer, the parks, and even coached his little league soccer team last fall. Which was hilarious considering he didn’t know a thing about soccer, but it had been a great six weeks watching him take the time to be so devoted to a boy he wasn’t related to at all.
Tate was awesome, and had come to be like my brother in every way that mattered ever since he and Macy got serious last year.
So he had Tate and Macy’s approval. Maybe he wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“And what did you tell him about me?”
“That I had a sexy friend who needs to get laid because she’s way overdue for a night of hot lusty sex.” Her face was completely serious, but her dark brown eyes sparkled with mischief.
I looked down at my sleeveless grey silk top that didn’t allow for a single inch of cleavage. “Perhaps I’m overdressed then?” I asked with mocking sarcasm. “If I’m playing the easy slut I should probably change.”
“Shut up. You look great. I told him you’re beautiful, intelligent, and you work too much and need to get out for a night of fun.” She glanced down at her watch. “And you need to get going or you’re going to be late.”
I ran back to Logan, gave him one more kiss goodnight, accompanied with an ‘I love you’ and let Macy push me out the door.
“No ice cream after dinner this time, I don’t need a kid on a sugar high when I get home tonight.” I arched a brow at her accusingly.
She didn’t rise to the bait. “Whatever. He’ll be fine. Go have a drink and impress the pants off Dean.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Literally. I mean it.”
She shut the door to my two-bedroom apartment on me and I sighed. It’s just a dinner and a drink or two. How bad could it be?
TWO
My nerves increased with every minute I spent in my Altima on the short drive to meet Dean at Frenzio’s, a delicious and locally owned Italian restaurant in Lincoln Park.
It was a place I had wanted to try for years, but since my dates were few and far between, I hadn’t gotten around to it yet. I wondered if Macy had put forth any suggestions for where he should take me. If she hadn’t, I had to at least admit the guy had good taste in food. Frenzio’s made the Chicago Newspaper Entertainment section almost monthly as one of the most delicious places to dine for genuine Italian cuisine, and reservations were difficult to come by.
I parked my car on the street and made the short block walk to the restaurant, the humid summer air instantly made my skin feel hot and sticky. Chicago was a great city to live, except for the summer humidity and the lake effect snow and arctic wind blasts we got in the winter. Basically, spring and fall were perfect.
I checked my watch; only five minutes late. I hated being late, but tonight I planned it. I’d rather have to find someone in a restaurant on a blind date versus being the person sitting there, waiting to see if I got stood up.
The delicious aroma of Italian food flooded my senses in the best way possible when I opened the door to the restaurant. I
I doubted it, but I didn’t bother telling Macy that. She’d just roll her eyes and explain, again, how good it would be for me to get out into the dating world again and find something to do just for me. Apparently, ogling Jack and playing infinite games of UNO didn’t count as a successful personal life to her.
“Then you date him,” I said teasingly.
“Yes. Tate would love that.” I laughed with her. Obviously, her fiancé wouldn’t like it.
“So what do you know about him again?”
“He’s been working in DC for the last few years and just moved back to Chicago. And Tate likes him.” She smirked at me victoriously.
If anyone was more protective of Logan and me than she was, it was most definitely Tate. He was great with Logan, always taking him to baseball games in the summer, the parks, and even coached his little league soccer team last fall. Which was hilarious considering he didn’t know a thing about soccer, but it had been a great six weeks watching him take the time to be so devoted to a boy he wasn’t related to at all.
Tate was awesome, and had come to be like my brother in every way that mattered ever since he and Macy got serious last year.
So he had Tate and Macy’s approval. Maybe he wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“And what did you tell him about me?”
“That I had a sexy friend who needs to get laid because she’s way overdue for a night of hot lusty sex.” Her face was completely serious, but her dark brown eyes sparkled with mischief.
I looked down at my sleeveless grey silk top that didn’t allow for a single inch of cleavage. “Perhaps I’m overdressed then?” I asked with mocking sarcasm. “If I’m playing the easy slut I should probably change.”
“Shut up. You look great. I told him you’re beautiful, intelligent, and you work too much and need to get out for a night of fun.” She glanced down at her watch. “And you need to get going or you’re going to be late.”
I ran back to Logan, gave him one more kiss goodnight, accompanied with an ‘I love you’ and let Macy push me out the door.
“No ice cream after dinner this time, I don’t need a kid on a sugar high when I get home tonight.” I arched a brow at her accusingly.
She didn’t rise to the bait. “Whatever. He’ll be fine. Go have a drink and impress the pants off Dean.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Literally. I mean it.”
She shut the door to my two-bedroom apartment on me and I sighed. It’s just a dinner and a drink or two. How bad could it be?
TWO
My nerves increased with every minute I spent in my Altima on the short drive to meet Dean at Frenzio’s, a delicious and locally owned Italian restaurant in Lincoln Park.
It was a place I had wanted to try for years, but since my dates were few and far between, I hadn’t gotten around to it yet. I wondered if Macy had put forth any suggestions for where he should take me. If she hadn’t, I had to at least admit the guy had good taste in food. Frenzio’s made the Chicago Newspaper Entertainment section almost monthly as one of the most delicious places to dine for genuine Italian cuisine, and reservations were difficult to come by.
I parked my car on the street and made the short block walk to the restaurant, the humid summer air instantly made my skin feel hot and sticky. Chicago was a great city to live, except for the summer humidity and the lake effect snow and arctic wind blasts we got in the winter. Basically, spring and fall were perfect.
I checked my watch; only five minutes late. I hated being late, but tonight I planned it. I’d rather have to find someone in a restaurant on a blind date versus being the person sitting there, waiting to see if I got stood up.
The delicious aroma of Italian food flooded my senses in the best way possible when I opened the door to the restaurant. I
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