If you aren't busy Saturday night, I have some time off. We could have dinner or go to a show or both," he said in a rush. I smiled at the image of him holding his cell and his breath and with his fingers crossed. In truth, I had my fingers crossed for the past few days hoping he would call for another date. Besides his being handsome, I had enjoyed his company. He was a good conversationalist and had a great sense of humor. He seemed interested in my life, but I didn't get the feeling he was rushing me. "I'd like that. Eight o'clock?" I said, wanting him to decide where to go and what to do. "I guess that means you made enough decisions for the week." He gave a short laugh. "Good guess. I'm looking forward to a night out. It doesn't matter where." "See you tomorrow evening at eight." When he hung up, I smiled. I was a modern woman, running my own business, and a priestess, but every now and then it felt good to let someone pamper me. Just the thought of seeing Jim and a night out made my life feel a little normal, and I found myself quietly humming and singing throughout the day.
