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"No worries." Emmett scoots forward to the edge of the sofa. "Text her, tell her you're excited for tonight, check for food allergies, etcetera. Ask who her three favorite recording artists are. Pick the mellowest one, launch Pandora, and you're good to go."
I drink in his advice like a dry walnut plank absorbing linseed oil.
Five hours hence, I'm dressed, barefoot, and ready. The table is set, candles and all. Pandora's spewing mellow. The salad is chilling, the filets are peppered and room temperature. The wine is breathing.
When the doorbell rings, I remind myself to do the same.
A/N: Hmmm, maybe I should've had Edward 'chilling' instead of 'breathing'? Room temp? Okay...all systems are go for this big date.
So all your lovely reviews for the last 3 days are just coming through now...GRRR! I promise I'll read and enjoy, but the replying...can we just start fresh with today's? Here's hoping FF doesn't crap out on us again, but if alerts fail again, please know that I am still posting LRR every day, and eventually I WILL get reviews and you WILL get replies! Thank you for your continuing support despite the site's occasional PMS!
It's KEA day as well...Have a great one! XXX ~BOH