caught up on old times and our families. I gave him my card and he gave me his. If we’re lucky we might get some business from the automaker.” She shrugged. “You never know.”
“So what does this paragon look like?” Helen asked, rising from the desk and locking the black metal file cabinets.
A little smile touched Wynn’s lips. “I never use this phrase because teenagers use it so often but it fits Adam. He’s hot.” She said with a little smile on her face. “Handsome. He’s tall, dark chocolate skin with light brown eyes with a hint of hazel. I remember his dad’s eyes were the same color.” She took another swig of water. “Close cut dark hair. Eye candy.”
“Do you think he’ll call?”
“I don’t know,” Wynn admitted, silently thinking it was a long shot at best. “I’m not betting on it. But, if there’s business to be had, hopefully Adam will remember us.”
“No. That’s not what I’m talking about.” Helen returned to her desk.
Confused, Wynn stared at her confidante, friend, and employee. “What?”
“Do you think he’ll call and ask you out?”
Her heart jumped in her chest. Would he? Probably not. “Hello. Did you hear me a few minutes ago? I’m almost fifteen years older than he is. I’m sure a hottie like Adam has plenty of women to keep him company. He doesn’t need or want a divorcee with two small children.”
“How do you know? You might be just what he wants. Besides, you need an adventure.”
Laughing, Wynn shook her head. “And that’s all it could be.”
The telephone interrupted Wynn’s next comment. She glanced at the console. “Oops! You forgot to switch to voice mail.”
Helen waved her away as she picked up the receiver. “No biggie. I’ll take this one and then switch over. Nursing Solutions. How may I direct your call?” There was a pause as she listened to the caller. One arched eyebrow curved sharply. “Just a moment. Let me check to see if she’s available.”
Quickly hitting the red Hold button, Helen turned to Wynn with a big cheesy grin on her lips. “It’s him.”
Shuffling through a pile of mail, Wynn glanced up. “Who?”
“Your babysitting kid is on the phone.”
Oh Lordy! Wynn thought. Gathering her composure, she rose from the chair and moved across the room. Maybe this is about doing business together. “I’ll take it in my office.”
She entered her office, picked up the phone, and sank into her chair. “Wynn Evans.”
“Hey, Wynn.”
She thought she was ready to talk but the sound of his sexy drawl sent shivers coursing down her spine. “Hi, Adam. What can I do for you?” Is that my voice? She wondered. I sound so normal. Yet I feel as if I might crumble into a zillion pieces right here, right now.
“First of all, I wanted you to know how much I enjoyed seeing you today. A little old school time together made my day.”
“Mine, too.”
“Second, let’s not wait for a barbecue,” he said confidently. “So, how about dinner?”
Her heart kicked into a gallop. Dinner with Adam? Seeing each other had been a great experience, but she wasn’t sure what dinner with him really meant.
“Wynn?” he prompted.
“I’m here.”
“It got real quiet on your end. Did you hear me?”
“Yes.”
Adam chuckled. “In case you didn’t realize it, I’m waiting for an answer.”
“When?”
“Saturday night.”
Jim had the boys this weekend. No problem with babysitting. Why not? There weren’t any outstanding obligations holding her back. Except this nagging feeling that there was something more behind Adam’s invitation.
Taking a reckless leap, Wynn answered, “That would be nice.”
“Great! I thought you might like to go to Seldom Blues for dinner.”
Wow! She mouthed the word silently. Seldom Blues was no greasy spoon. It was one of Detroit’s premiere and very expensive jazz and supper clubs. Once a year, she took Helen out to celebrate the success of the company.
“It sounds wonderful. What time?”
“Mmm. I’m going to make reservations for eight. So, I’ll be at your place around seven-thirty.”
“Good! I’ll see you then. Bye.”
“Bye. Oh, Wynn?”
She returned the receiver to her ear. “Yes?”
“Thanks. I’m looking forward to seeing you.”
“Me, too.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Wynn realized that she meant them. She liked Adam. Always had. And she was looking forward to learning more about his life.
Wynn glanced up from the telephone to find Helen in the doorway with a knowing expression on her sepia brown face. “What?”
Folding her arms across her chest, Helen barely suppressed a grin. “Nothing. I’m glad you’re going out for a change.”
That silver-haired devil didn’t fool Wynn. “Mmm-hmm.”
“So.” Helen sauntered into the room and slid into the empty chair, facing the desk. “Where’s he taking you?”
“Seldom Blues.”
Wynn held her breath, waiting for Helen’s over-the-top reaction. The older woman didn’t disappoint. She whistled long and loudly. “My. My. The babysitting kid has money and he’s willing to spend it on you. Nice.”
“Possibly, I don’t know. It could all be because I used to take care of him.” She grabbed her purse out of the bottom desk drawer and reached for her briefcase, resting on the floor next to her desk. “Anyhoo, Saturday night I’m going to have a great dinner with an old friend.”
Helen opened her mouth to say more. Before the words formed on Helen’s lips, Wynn halted her with her hand. “No. It’s not anything more. I’m a forty-three-year-old divorcee with two kids. Adam’s thirtysomething. It’s not that kind of dinner. And trust me. He’s not that into me.”
“What kind of dinner is it? Men don’t spend chunks of money on their former babysitters. He’s looking to impress you.”
“And why would he want to do that?”
“Maybe Adam likes what he sees. And he wants you to see him as a man. A single eligible man.”
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