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Shirley Hailstock

Blind date! Theresa Granville, Teddy to her friends, drummed her long red fingernails on the white tablecloth. She was waiting for Adam Sullivan, a man she'd never met, and she could just as easily spend the rest of her life happily oblivious of his existence. But that was not to be. She'd been set up. Teddy hated blind dates and she didn't need anyone to find her a man, especially not her mother. The truth was, she was capable of meeting men on her own and dated often. But she'd been goaded into agreeing to have dinner with Adam Sullivan. Since she didn't like to go back on her word, she was stuck.

The restaurant was crowded for a Thursday night in Princeton. It was summer and the majority of the university students wouldn't return until the start of the fall semester. Most of the restaurant's patrons were around the bar cheering on some sports team's efforts to statistically capture a spot in the history books. Teddy had long since stopped hearing the triumphs and groans of their participation in the televised game. She'd relegated the sound to white noise. Her attention was on the restaurant's entrance. From her solitary perch on the second-floor dining area, where private parties were usually held, maybe she'd be able to spot her date when and if he arrived. Maybe he hated blind dates, too. And Teddy would feel no disappointment at being stood up. If she didn't have to gently explain to her mother yet again why she didn't want to be set up, she wouldn't be here, either.

Frowning, she watched a short guy with round-rimmed glasses enter. Her fingers went to the phone in her pocket. Diana, her friend and business partner, was only a call away. The two had worked out a signal if Teddy wanted or needed to be rescued.

Again, she glanced at the man below, taking in his height or lack of it. One of Teddy's requirements in a man was height. At five feet nine inches, she didn't want to stand with a man whose head only reached her breasts. Thankfully Mr. Glasses lifted his hand, acknowledging his party, and joined a group at the end of the bar. She breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn't her blind date.

Three other singles and two couples came in before the seven o'clock appointed hour. Then he walked in right as the clock struck the hour. Teddy did a double take when she saw him. Shaking her head, she immediately rejected him as someone who'd never need a blind date. He couldn't be the one. Her mother didn’t have taste that good. Except for her father, who was still a handsome man in his fifties, the men her mother usually chose looked like the round-rimmed-glasses guy.

For a moment Teddy wished her date was the man at the door. Leaning over the bannister she watched the stranger move toward the receptionist. The two had a short conversation and she checked her seating chart. Then she shook her head. As she gathered a couple of menus and led him toward a table, the room was momentarily quiet, allowing Teddy to overhear her own name.

"I'll bring Ms. Granville over as soon as she arrives, sir," the woman said.

Teddy gasped. Her stomach lurched and her heart jumped into her throat. This couldn't be Adam Sullivan. He was gorgeous. Where did her mother find him?


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