At least, that was where she was planning to turn his attention the morning after their sartorial adventures. No sooner did she rap lightly on the door of his hotel suite, however, than did she discover her plans were about to go awry. “Sorry,” he said by way of a greeting. “But we have to cancel this morning. I’m supposed to meet with the matchmaker. I forgot all about it yesterday when you and I made plans for this morning.” Ava told herself the reason for the sudden knot her stomach was because she was peeved at his last-minute canceling of their date. Ah, she meant plans. And she was peeved because they were plans she’d given herself the day off from work for when she might have saved herself some money instead of paying Lucy overtime. It had nothing to do with the fact that Peyton would be spending the morning with another woman. Not that the other woman was, you know, another woman, since for her to be that, Ava would have to be the primary woman in his life, and of course that wasn’t the case.
