“Shit!” She pouted. “Now, I really wish I could go. I’d love to see her!”
I tried not to let my self-esteem take a hit over the fact that she seemed so much more excited about the idea of going after finding out Cheyenne was going to be there.
“But I can’t, I have a date.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I met him on Bumble. He’s in marketing. I’m meeting him in Savannah for drinks. I’d cancel but he’s the first guy that I’ve connected with that has a full head of hair, no gym selfies or pictures with instruments, and isn’t an ‘entrepreneur’—which is code for unemployed.”
“Wow. Is it that bad out there?” I’d been out of the dating scene for so long I had no idea what to expect.
“You have no idea. The horror stories I have from online dating would scare Stephen King.”
I nudged her as we made our way out of the café. “Well let’s just hope full-head-of-hair guy meets the bar that Derek set for you all those years ago.”
She laughed and gave me a quick hug. “Yeah, Derek had a whole other kind of ‘full head.’ Anyway, have fun tonight. Tell Kevin I said hi.”
“Who’s Kevin?” I asked as she headed down the street, in the opposite direction I was going.
“You’ll see!”
I’d met all the Comfort brothers and none of them were named Kevin. As intrigued as I was to find out who Kevin was, I had to admit the person I was really interested in seeing was Billy. My hand still tingled from where his lips had pressed. The sensation had to be in my mind, it must be part of the curse that I’d fallen under. Maybe tonight I’d be able to break it.
Or maybe I’d fall even deeper.