Mad, Bad and Blonde - Cathie Linz [82]
“That’s okay. You were on the other side of the table with your date, divinely yummy Dylan.”
“He’s an actor.”
“You didn’t go to an escort service, did you?”
“No. Dylan is a friend of Yuri, my doorman.”
“That dress of yours was also hot.”
“Yuri again. He hooked me up with this new boutique on Oak Street. I know you prefer vintage clothes, or I would have told you about it.”
“Maybe I should move to your building.”
“You only live two blocks away.”
“We were both lucky that our inheritance from Grand-dad helped us get our condos.”
“I still miss him,” Faith said.
“Yeah, me too. I couldn’t believe Gram brought a date to the ball. He seemed like a nice guy.”
“He’s quite a character.”
“I’ll say. He was trying to set me up on a blind date with his grandson, Logan, who’s a cop.”
“What did you say?”
“I said no, of course. You know I don’t do blind dates anymore. Especially not with a cop. Not with my history.”
Faith nodded her understanding. Megan might be the optimist in the family, but even optimists had their line in the sand that they wouldn’t cross.
“What do you say to lunch at the Comfort Café?”
“Yes! You know I love the food there.”
The café, specializing in comfort food with a twist, was located halfway between Faith’s and Megan’s condos. Its convenient location wasn’t the only reason they ate there a lot. The food was delicious. Their light and fluffy blueberry pancakes were to die for. Their famous French toast stuffed with cream cheese and marmalade sprinkled with powdered sugar was another big hit.
They managed to snag a table in the far corner. Despite the fact that it was past the main lunch crowd, the café was always popular. They were too late for the breakfast specialties, but the lunch selection was just as mouthwatering. Faith went with one of her faves, the homemade mac and cheese with shallots, Gruyère and mascarpone cheese while Megan had her favorite Hilltop Salad composed of organic spring greens, candied walnuts, gorgonzola cheese and other goodies with a yummy raspberry chipotle vinaigrette.
“Okay, now talk.” Megan speared a dried cranberry. “I saw Caine follow you out of the ballroom last night. Did you two hook up?”
Faith blushed.
“You did. OMG. Your dad is going to have a cow.”
“OMG we sound like the Gossip Girls. Did my dad see Caine follow me?”
“I don’t think so. He was finally dancing with your mom. What’s going on with those two? I definitely sensed some tension there. Between your parents, I mean. We both already know about the tension between Caine and your dad.”
“My parents are going through a bit of a rough patch at the moment, but they’ll come through. I’m sure Aunt Lorraine’s sudden appearance didn’t help.”
“She was almost shown the door because she sneaked in without a ticket. Your dad had to buy another ticket for her to avoid another scene.”
“Great. She does have this unerring ability to show up at the worst possible times and say something awful.”
“Her words clearly didn’t upset you enough to avoid Caine.”
“You’ve got that right.”
“So how did things go?”
“They went well.”
“Only well?”
Faith smiled. “Awesome, incredible, mind-blowing.” “Does this mean you two are a couple?”
“I don’t know.” Faith moved her mac and cheese around the dish with her fork. “There are still a lot of things we have to work out yet.”
“That’s an understatement.”
“Let’s talk about something else. Hey, did I tell you that I recently discovered the neatest sculpture? A lot of people like the Calder or the Picasso. Others love the Bean by Anish Kapoor in Millennium Park. But I think my new favorite statue is the tree-hugging torso in front of the John Hancock Building. Most people don’t even notice it, set into the ground at the base of a tree the way it is. But I like it.”
“You’re avoiding talking about Caine,” Megan said.
“Guilty as charged,” Faith said. She refused to feel guilty about what she’d shared with Caine last night. Guilt played a large part in their relationship. She suspected Caine felt guilty about his father’s suicide, and she