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  Chapter Eight

  There was a grin that permeated Susan’s lips as she walked through Costco with her clipboard and her list. People must have noticed it too, because they’d smile back when she looked at them.

  It was fun to be happy—finally. Who would have thought it would be a man that made her happy again. Her work had been holding that position for a while now—since the last man in her life had made her so miserable.

  She couldn’t say she wasn’t interested in him. She was. And it was more than just his story. She sincerely wanted to get to know him.

  Susan giggled when she thought it might be nice to wake up at his place and have breakfast. A woman next to her shifted a glance toward her, obviously having heard her. She simply smiled and moved on.

  Her thoughts of Eric and his mesmerizing dark eyes were cut short when her phone rang. Quickly she pulled it from her pocket and looked down at the display. She didn’t recognize the number, which meant she’d answer in a very professional manner. It could be a new client.

  “Susan Hayes Catering. This is Susan.”

  “I was given your number by an acquaintance and would like to talk to you about catering an event,” the man said on the other end of the phone.

  “Wonderful. I love referrals. What kind of event are you having?” she asked as she pulled out of the way of other shoppers and turned over her list to make notes.

  “It’s a formal dinner party actually. There will be about fifteen of us.”

  “Formal dinner. Will you need the dining room set as well?”

  “No. That’ll be taken care of. We will just need the catering and service.”

  “I can do that. I usually meet with my clients and go over the menu and the schedule. Would that work for you?”

  “I’d like to give you the name and phone number of my assistant. She will be finalizing the plans.”

  “Okay. What is her name?”

  The man hesitated for a moment. “Lydia Morgan.”

  “Wonderful. I look forward to hearing from her.” Susan clicked her pen closed and began to ask, “Who referred…” But the phone went dead.

  She let out a long breath as she looked down at the screen. Most men who wanted to cater an event had a woman doing the background work. This call shouldn’t surprise her. But she couldn’t help but hope that the event wasn’t as uncomfortable as the phone call had been.