Out of a dress. Into jeans. Out of jeans. Into a skirt. Out of the skirt and back into the jeans. Finally, she settled on a deep green sweater with pearl beading around the collar and black slacks, with pointy-toed dress boots. Nothing too sexy, or that screamed trying to impress the guy.Even if she was.Though she couldn’t say why. Flynn MacGregor had been incredibly disagreeable, and not at all her kind of man. Even if he did have nice hands. Deep blue eyes. Broad shoulders. And a way of entering a room that commanded attention.All that changing and fussing over her appearance made her ten minutes late. She entered Hall’s Steaks and Ribs, brushing the snow from her hair and shoulders, half expecting Flynn to make a note in his notebook about the Joyful Creations’ owner’s lack of punctuality. Instead, he simply gave her a nod, not so much as a smile, and rose to pull out her chair. “Is it still snowing?”Okay, so she was a little disappointed that he hadn’t said she looked pretty.
