“Anyway,” Georgia said, forcing a smile. “Let’s stop talking about me. I’m tired of drama. Let’s talk about you.”
May raised her brows. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” Georgia said, nudging her friend’s foot under the table. “How about that blind date of yours? I’ve been dying to hear.”
A pink flush crept into May’s cheeks. She tried to hide her smile by picking up her wine glass again.
“Oh my God,” Georgia laughed, pointing. “You’re blushing!”
“I’m not,” May mumbled, biting her lip as she stared down at her glass.
“You are!"
May finally looked up and nodded slowly. “He actually asked me out again. This weekend.”
Georgia leaned forward, grinning. “Did you say yes?”
May gave a shy smile. “Yeah.”
Georgia gasped playfully. “No way! That means he didn’t run off after the little show you gave him t
