“Tell
me, Janet, is Luke Tramaine as good looking as I’ve heard?” asked Lydia, Troy’s
mother.
Janet
laughed. “Definitely,” she said. “He’s very cute, but he’s super nice, too, so
that makes him even better.”
“Nice!” Lydia said turning onto the road the GPS indicated. “And you get to sing with
him, huh? And possibly do other things?”
“Mrs.
Wellington, hasn’t Troy told you I’m dating his friend Wes?” Janet said
pointing to the fifth house on the right. “The one with the red beech tree in
front is Luke’s.”
“Yes,
he told me, but…I remember how it was in high school with gorgeous bad boys all
over the place. Nice boyfriends take a backseat to them.”
“That’s
just it. Luke is gorgeous, but he’s not a bad boy. He’s got a girlfriend—a very
nice girlfriend. Alana and I have become good friends, so even if I did have the hots for
Luke—which I don’t—I would never move in on my friend’s guy.”
“Wish
I had friends like you in high school! Can’t even count how many friends of
mine stole my boyfriends,” Lydia said, pulling in front of the house.
“You
needed better friends, I think,” Janet replied. “Anyway, thanks for the ride
here. I really appreciate it.”
“You sure you don’t
want me to pick you up after your rehearsal? I have some shopping to do after
the dentist appointment…give me a chance to see this stud.”
