The Dating Intervention: Book 1 in the Intervention Series by Hilary Dartt

Author:Hilary Dartt [Dartt, Hilary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy
Amazon: B01240L6RO
Publisher: Darttboard Creative Writing LLC
Published: 2015-08-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

The glaring silence wore on her. Only a few days had passed since Delaney last heard from Summer and Josie, but it felt like weeks. Every time she thought about it, she felt a lead weight drop into her stomach. How long would they stay angry at her?

All she’d done was go onto FindLove.com and write a few snarky (and honest) comments. What was so wrong with that? And since then, she’d resisted the sometimes-strong urge to sign on and chat with good-looking men.

For the first time in days, her phone chirped as she put on her makeup. Her heart practically leapt with joy when she saw the text was from Josie. Dozens of tiny thoughts flitted through her mind before she actually read the message: maybe it was an I-forgive-you text, or maybe Josie had forgotten about the whole incident and was inviting Delaney out for coffee, or maybe …

Mitchell wants to know if you’re out of your funk and want to go on a date with him.

“That’s it?” Delaney said to Pixie. “No ‘Hello, how are you,’ or ‘You’re forgiven for making your own decisions’?”

Pixie blinked and looked away.

Delaney responded, What do you guys think I should do?

Whatever you want, of course, Josie texted.

“Ugh!” Delaney clicked her compact closed and smacked it down onto the bathroom counter. “These women are infuriating.”

She texted Josie: Fine. Set it up and send me the details.

Josie: Fine.

A while later, as she was getting in her car, her phone chirped again. It was Josie: Dinner at the pizza place at 7. You have time to go home and change out of your job hunting outfit. I figured you didn’t want to be covered in animal hair on a date.

She wrote back: Thanks, Josie.

No response.

Delaney’s mood lifted slightly. At least Josie had considered that she’d need time to change into clean clothes.

“So you do still love me,” she said.

Delaney resumed her job search with renewed purpose. She put on her striped suit, black flats and a facial expression she hoped looked more confident than she felt and she started knocking on doors.

The same response, in a few different versions, met her everywhere: “You don’t have any experience?” or “You’ve worked at a bar since graduating?” or “You’ve never treated a festering bite wound?”

Sometimes it was just a look – an exasperated I’m-too-busy-to-talk-to-someone-who’s-wearing-a-designer-suit look, accompanied by an irritated exhale and a quick, “Look, Ms. – what was it? I’m sorry. I’m just not hiring.”

How long would this go on? Delaney wondered as she drove home. Halfway there, she realized her face was still frozen in that lame confident expression. She rubbed a hand over her face and let it relax into a frown that matched her mood.

***

Eddie, the owner of Eddie’s Pizzeria, had declared the official arrival of spring by setting up the patio between the front of his building and the sidewalk. Two- and four-person tables crowded cheerfully together, decked out with flowers in vases.

As Delaney approached, she couldn’t help but notice that Mitchell seemed a little dim compared to all the joviality on the patio.

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