Two Wrongs Make a Right by Ann Everett Page A

friends were convinced of it. They were usually right about such things. “There’s still no proof of that.”
    “Oh, please.” Raynie rolled her eyes. “I remember seeing her at the Fourth of July picnic in the park. She ate a corn dog and men applauded.”
    Megan shook her head. “What about Walt and Stargazer? Have you heard from either of them?”
    “Walt, but I’m not responding. I’m doing what you call a fade-away. Site instructions say I can choose not to answer their messages, and they’ll get the message .”
    “Well, I’m sure you’ll find a love connection on the site.”
    Raynie giggled. “Forget love. You need to find a PeePee-VeeVee connection.”
    “Oh my gosh! I do not.” Quinn protested with conviction, but the truth was Cowboy’s kiss had stirred something in her she’d buried. That one smooch made her realize she missed passion. Desired the heat of romance. Needed to feel the fire. She wanted a penis-vagina connection. She tried to swallow, but her mouth had gone dry.
    “Who’s next on the list?”
    “Skywriter. Out of the men I’m considering, I have the most in common with him. What should I wear? He’s meeting me at Rosa’s for lunch.”
    “That’s super casual. Jeans will be fine.”
    “And that red knit top,” Raynie said. “You have great boobs. You should show them off more.”
    Quinn evaluated her chest. Her friend was right. Other than thick hair, her girls were her number one physical attribute. They weren’t huge, but large enough to look good in clingy material. “Now that’s settled, I’m hitting this dating thing hot and heavy. I plan to see the remaining guys in the next two weeks. If I haven’t found a match by then, I’m done.”
    “What do you mean you’re done? You’re giving up?” Megan frowned. “Don’t do that. Take a different approach. I told you I know guys at work I can fix you up with.”
    Raynie finished her drink in one big gulp. “Hey, my neighbor, the tattoo parlor guy is available. He’s not marriage material, but he’d be good at the connection I mentioned. If you got bored while you were doing it, you could read his ink.”
    On the way home, Quinn mulled over catchy titles for her next article. Cowboy Crooner Kisses for Career Coverage. The headline made her laugh, but she stopped to wonder how far he would have gone, if she’d been able to help his star rise. She didn’t mind passing his name along to someone who could, because he had talent. Singers with less had made it to the top. All he needed was a chance. She couldn’t blame him for that.
     
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    The following day while she waited for Skywriter, she took a moment to enjoy the atmosphere of the family-owned restaurant. Colorful serapes and sombreros hung on the adobe walls, and bright piñatas dangled overhead. She’d considered the courtyard, but decided even for March, it would either be too windy, cold or hot. In Texas, you never knew what to expect from the weather. And sure enough, a light rain started to fall, and she watched the patio umbrellas shake in the breeze.
    Skywriter’s name incorporated his work and hobby. An airline pilot and amateur writer. Definitely common ground with him. He’d written, Let me fly you to the moon and show you the stars. How romantic was that? She released a deep sigh, and crossed her fingers. He’d also stated. I consider myself an interesting person, if you appreciate useless trivia, like, in ten minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than all the world’s nuclear weapons detonated at once.
    A snappy tune played over the intercom and her nerves jumped to the beat. She glanced at her watch. Ten minutes late. She wondered if he’d show. Maybe he’d already made a love connection with someone else, and was using a fade-away on Quinn. Oh well, all wouldn’t be lost. Rosa’s margarita pie was worth the trip.
    Quinn drummed her fingers on the table, then picked at the cuticle on her thumb. Despite the chatter in the