Brett sat at one
of the tables in the restaurant section to the store, a coffee and a piece of
spiced pumpkin cake in front of him. Most of the tables were occupied. Seems like the taste treats given out in the
store were turning the restaurant, too, into a success, Isabella thought
fleetingly.
Brett rose when he
saw her. “Hi! I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed the pumpkin
cake. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten better.”
Isabella smiled. “Thank
you. It’s all in a day’s work.”
“I don’t want to pry
your secrets from you,” Brett said with a chuckle, “But I’d love to enjoy more
of your company, too, if it’s at all possible.”
He paused.
Isabella didn’t
answer right away. One the one hand, she should spend her evenings with Tony,
but on the other hand, it would be so nice to go out with a courteous and
handsome guy like Brett.
Brett watched her
and added, “We could go to a movie and take Tony with us, if you want. Then we’d
all have fun. And maybe we could have something to eat and talk a little,
either before or afterward.”
Why not? This didn’t
sound like a traditional date, and she knew they’d all have fun. Or at least
she and Tony would. She nodded and pulled a pen out of her pocket. “Here is my
phone number. Give me a call. I need to go back.” She scribbled her number onto
a napkin, gave him another smile, and hurried back to the kitchen, feeling
vaguely guilty. You have nothing to feel
guilty about, she chided herself. You’ll
go on that date and have a really good time. As she put the final spices to
the pork, she glanced through the window in the door. She could just see the
table Brett was still sitting on. He seemed to be in animated conversation with
Daphne. She fleetingly wondered what they had to talk about, but then forgot
all about it when she realized she almost added Spanish pepper to the pork
instead of the Indian one.
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