I thought my blind date left me to be humiliated alone—then she walked in holding her daughter’s hand, and the man outside the window made everything dangerous
“I had this fantasy,” she said, leaning back against the car. “Not a big one. Just dinner. Adult conversation. Maybe dessert if things went well.”
“We had dessert.”
“We did.”
“And adult conversation.”
“Some.”
“And a horse with tax problems.”
“A highlight,” she admitted.
Her smile faded into something softer.
“I didn’t want you to see that part of my life first.”
I stepped closer, slowly enough that she could move away.
She didn’t.
“What part did you want me to see?” I asked.
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