Sarah huffed, blocking my path and leveling her determined hazel eyes at me. “Fess up. Why you runnin’ around here like you got some place to go?” I couldn’t keep my grin down and the heat out of my cheeks while looking around before finally stopping a foot before my life-long pudgy friend. “I have a date.” Her eyes widened with her sharp intake of breath. “With who?” It was a valid question in a small town like this. All the women knew there wasn’t a datable man around worth a dime. I bit my lower lip. “Remember I told you I was going out to that painter’s place?” Her brows furrowed with a please don’t tell me you’ve stooped to dating artistic beggars. “I know what you’re thinking that he’s some bum but…” I leaned my hip on the ice machine and leveled my secretive gaze and smile on her. “Well, he aint.” I got closer to her and grabbed her arm with both hands and whispered.
