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“Seventeen? What? Were you ten when you had her?”

“No need for insincere flattery, Doug, I’m already on your side Your credentials speak for themselves”

“I’ smoke up your ass, if that’s what you think”

She laughed “Okay, well, thanks You’re right I was eighteen when I had her A very naïve eighteen”

“Fro beach side coet coffee sometime?”

Coffee? Was that his way of asking her out on a date? She was a married woman! Well, technically she was separated, but still, it seemed a little forward of him to—

She mentally shook her head

This is what happened when you watched too many episodes of Dora the Explorer Her brain was hardwired for Sesaet outlines Of course he wasn’t asking her out This is hon-ups orked together interacted She’d probably is, and coffee seeh Plus, if today was any indication for future city councilon her side

“Coffee sounds good Maybe you can explain to et is supposed to work?”

“You’ve got my number Anytime you’re free, call me”

“Thanks,” she said, “I’ll do that”

They said their good-byes in the parking lot She put the minivan in drive and took off for home

Despite Bruce’s obvious agenda to make her look like Betty Crocker on crack, she’d survived her first city councilBarely But survived it, she had

Of course, never in her wildest dreained Zeke would show up and out the mouth, their announcement tiht have gotten through the first part of her day, but it was going to seem like child’s play cooing to have to tell her children about this time out Before they found out about it from someone else

Mi into the kitchen She tossed her minivan keys and the leather tote onto the countertop The house seemed eerily quiet