"Shanna Swendson - Enchanted, Inc" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swendson Shanna)

Once we'd all drunk enough to have any edges taken off, Gemma and Connie
exchanged a look, then Gemma turned to us. "I have great news!" she said.

Now Marcia and I exchanged a look. "What is it?" Marcia asked suspiciously.

"We all have dates for this weekend."

"We do?" I asked. We all had dates almost every weekend, not because we were
particularly popular, but because Gemma loved playing matchmaker. She was
always setting us up on blind dates, and she'd accept any setup offer for herself that
came her way.

"They're friends of Jim's," Connie explained, referring to her financial whiz husband.
"That way, Jim and I can come along, and the guys will all know each other like we
all know each other. It'll be fun."

It sounded like dating in junior high to me, but I kept my mouth shut. At least this
way I'd still have someone to talk to, even if the date bombed.

Before Marcia had a chance to react, the waiter appeared with a tray of drinks. "We
haven't ordered another round yet," Gemma protested.

"These are compliments of that gentleman over there," the waiter said as he set the
drinks in front of us. We all turned to see a man sitting by himself at another table on
the sidewalk. I almost fell out of my chair, for it was Slick from the subway.

I turned back to my friends, who were practically drooling on the table, even Connie,
the married one. "Well, hello," Gemma murmured, crossing her long legs so her
miniskirt crept a little higher. Marcia leaned forward against the table, enhancing her
cleavage. Connie smiled and played with her hair. I looked back at him, but he was
just as oily as I remembered from the subway. There was obviously something I
wasn't getting.

I leaned closer to the others and whispered, "Is he someone I should know?"

"Why do you ask?" Marcia asked, not taking her eyes off Slick.

"Because y'all are staring at him like he's Johnny Depp."

"Mmm, Johnny Depp would be an accurate comparison," Gemma said. "You don't
think it is Johnny Depp, do you?"

"Doesn't he live in Paris?" Connie asked.

I looked back at the guy, just to make sure I wasn't crazy, but it looked like I wasn't
the one with mental health issues here. "Are you crazy?" I asked. "He doesn't look
anything like Johnny Depp, not even when he gets all icky-looking for a role."

"Honey, you need your eyes checked," Gemma said.