Would their date still be on? She doubted it. And who could blame him? My dog nailed him in the balls on our first date. Not exactly an enticement to go on a second one. Still, just in case, she’d put on a bit more makeup than usual and dressed up. There was no uniform for the museum staff or volunteers, but they did have a “black, gray or white only” dress code. Maggie usually wore black pants and a white blouse with flats (and got very annoyed whenever Vanessa wore red; Come on, red? That’s not even close. And she’s the volunteer coordinator; she should set an example!), but today she wore her steel-gray dress and black peek-toe pumps. Inside the still museum, she saw Brian talking to Vanessa at the information desk. “Great, you’re here,” Vanessa said. “I need to do something in the back.” She hurried away while Maggie locked her purse in the drawer under the desk. Maggie stood up. Brian had said a quiet hello when she’d walked in, but now he just looked at her.
