“That would be great...except the bank robbers stole all our money and credit cards,” he answered with a laugh.
Sophia cringed. “I forgot about that.”
“We could go find a nice park bench and start contacting credit card companies together,” Evan offered.
It was probably the strangest first-date idea ever, but it sounded perfect. “Let’s do it.”
Spring was Sophia’s favorite time of year, especially in Charlotte. The smell of the flowering trees and the feel of the sun on her skin were rejuvenating.
“What did people do before the internet and before all the credit card companies had apps?” Evan asked, slipping his phone into the inside pocket of his suit coat.
Sophia finished reporting the last of her stolen credit cards via the app on her phone. “They had to call the number on the back of their card, I guess.”
Evan’s brows furrowed. “How do you call the number on the back of a card that was stolen?”
“That’s a very good question,” Sophia replied with a chuckle.
“Well, I’m glad that I was robbed today and not twenty years ago.” He shook his head. “Not that I wanted to be robbed. I definitely didn’t want you to be robbed.”
Sophia’s heart beat a little faster as the memory reemerged. “That was the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me. I really don’t think I can sleep at home tonight. I am definitely begging my yaya for at least one night in her guest bed.”
“Your yaya?”
“It’s what people call their Greek grandmother.” Sophia opened her photo app and pulled up her favorite picture of Yaya Iris. “My yaya is eighty-one and the coolest woman I know. I owe my excellent fashion sense to her as well as my love of butterscotch candy.”
The grin on Evan’s face grew wider. “You love butterscotch candy? I don’t think I have ever met anyone under the age of eighty who loves butterscotch candy.”
Sophia swatted his arm playfully. “Yaya always has a bowl of all the classics on the sofa table in her living room. She’s got the peppermints, the cinnamon discs, the raspberry ones with the stuff that oozes out of the center and, of course, lemon drops.”
“Lemon drops. I love those. First they’re sweet and then you get that sugar layer off and you’re hit by that sour.” Evan pursed his lips like he’d eaten one.
He was adorable. Kind, funny and completely adorable. Somehow, on one of the worst days of her life, Sophia had managed to also meet the perfect guy.
Copyright © 2021 by Amy Vastine
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ISBN-13: 9781488074554
Three Makes a Family
Copyright © 2021 by Cari Lynn Webb
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