him.”
Jaylee, this is Kate. How did you get my number?
I know it’s you. U lft ur phone on the tbl in the yard. I lifted it. U mind?
“He got my number from my phone. I left it in the back yard.”
“I guess that’s not too stalkery. I can’t believe he’s already been in your yard. Next it’s your pants. Ask him if he knows you’re married,” Sarah prods.
“He totally knows.”
“Ask him.”
Jaylee, you know that I’m married, right?
Sí
“He knows,” I say
“Ask him where he wants to take you on the date.”
“Jesus, Sarah! I feel like we’re in seventh grade right now. Why don’t you just talk to him for me.”
Where are we going on this date?
JERSEY- UNION CITY- U dance Salsa?
“Oh my God, he wants to take me dancing!” I haven’t been dancing in years. I love going dancing almost more than I love anything else. The idea of Jaylee dancing seems incredibly sexy. Irresistible. Nothing can make me not go dancing with this man.
“Kate, you still there?
“Mmmhmm.”
“You are such a goner. I’m sure you’ll call me later to help pick up the pieces so I’ll spare you the warnings, but I’m going heavy on the ‘I told you sos’ when this shit is over.”
“’Maybe this is the answer, Sarah. Maybe we can just be hot dance partners and we don’t even have to have sex.”
“Dream on, Kate. I know how this story ends.”
“Give me some credit, Sarah. I don’t know how it ends. You can’t start blaming me before anything even happens.”
I say goodbye to Sarah and quickly text Jaylee back.
Yes! I want to go dancing with you.
GR8! I’ll pick you up at 8 on Sat.
Between now and Saturday I’ll have to make the decision whether or not to tell Robert. If I tell him it seems more innocent, like Jaylee really is just my salsa partner. If I don’t tell him then I’m keeping it secret because Jaylee is much more than just a dance partner. I decide that I have to tell him. For all I know, it might be what this relationship turns into. The challenge will be telling Robert without giving away my true feelings for Jaylee. A challenge that’s much easier said than done, considering that just saying his name causes my blood pressure to rise and my face to flush.
Jaylee arrives an hour early for our date. Who arrives an hour early for a first date? Only a crazy person. I’m in the shower scrubbing my hair when Pearl knocks on the door.
“Mama, your friend is downstairs. He’s making a puzzle with Ada. Stephani isn’t here yet.”
Pearl tells me that Carmen let him in as she was leaving. That means Jaylee is the only one watching the girls now. I yank a comb through my tangled hair after jumping out of the shower, vowing to never go on a date again. Really? Who arrives early for a date? I slip into the only jeans I can call sexy and pull a silk, ruffled blouse over my head. I cram my lipstick and mascara into my purse hoping to find some time to discreetly put it on in the car. At the base of the stairs I jam my feet into my black ballet flats and follow the girl’s giggles into the living room.
Jaylee is spinning Ada by the feet and her face is beet red. She’s loving it. Pearl is doubled over in laughter, her face still red from her turn spinning. He looks up when I walk in and his amazing smile lights up the room, me and my daughters included.
“Hey,” he says, gingerly placing Ada standing up on the coffee table and coming over to kiss my cheek. His smell is intoxicating and his proximity makes me go tingly, everywhere.
“Hey,” I say beaming. It feels like such a relief to finally see him. All of the worrying and waiting, all of the longing wash away and are forgotten.
“Kate,” Jaylee says abruptly clapping his hands together. “You can’t wear that.”
Another dashing smile spreads across his face – this time at my expense.
I’m momentarily horrified, but equally as quickly reassured when our eyes meet.
“No jeans,