She ignored the curious, interested stares from the people who passed by, especially the men’s, as she continued to wage a fierce internal struggle with the decision she needed to make within the next few minutes. Because if she did decide to listen to the bold, impulsive side of her nature and go through the door, she didn’t dare be late. And if she chose instead to run for the hills and try to forget any of this had ever happened, thereby giving in to her practical, sensible side, then that also needed to happen very quickly before she saw him and began this mental debate all over again. And even though she’d been cautioned not to discuss the situation with anyone, she’d taken out her cell phone half a dozen times over the last twenty-odd hours, her finger poised on the speed dial button for her best friend Lauren. She’d told herself that Lauren didn’t have to know names or all of the specifics – just the basics, enough to help her make this decision. But she knew that wasn’t a realistic assumption, for Lauren McKinnon was rather like a bulldog at times – or was that a pitbull?
