“So when is the date?”
“Tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“Well yeah, right after work. Mike says there’s enough daylight to make the climb in ninety minutes.”
“The climb?”
“We’re hiking. One of those hills at the state park outside of town.” If Josie rolled her eyes any harder they’d pop out and wander down the hallway out into the street.
“He hikes, too?”
“He’s a triathlete.” Laura coughed, the unveiling increasingly ridiculous. Was any of this really happening?
“So wait a minute, Mr. Ski Instructor Gorgeous Triathlete Thor Lookalike chats with you for a couple minutes this morning and already tonight, you,” Josie looked her up and down as if surveying her from hair down to toes, “who are about as athletic as a slug, are going on a hike to the top of one of the biggest hills outside of the city where you will eaten to death by mosquitoes, you will become sweaty and ridiculously tired and then...”
“You’re so flattering,” Laura muttered.
“What? You’re gonna what? Climb a mountain, Laura? You have a heart attack when you can’t find the remote and have to actually stand up to change the channel.” That gave Laura a reason to pause. What the hell was she going to do? By the time she met up with Mike it’d be six at night. He said it was a ninety minute climb to the top. Granted, it was summer so there was plenty of sunlight until nine or so. But what had she gotten herself into? Did she even own hiking boots?
Josie continued, “Do you even have any shoes that are going to work with any kind of an outfit for climbing a mountain?”
Laura just stared at her as if she’d been reading her mind. “I guess I’ll have to figure that out. All I know is I’m kind of in a super-emotional state right now, Josie. I got an unsolicited chat yesterday morning from a hot firefighter. Went out with him to one of the trendiest restaurants in town and ended up in his bed. When I woke up, I was surrounded with pictures of a woman who looked like she was a combination of a beach volleyball player and a surfer. Which I’m not. Ever. At all. It will take me four lifetimes to ever be like that. I slumped out of there and then— boom!— I come home and there’s a chat from another guy. I, I don’t even have time to think. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to think. All I know is I’m just saying yes to it all. I’m saying yes to life, I’m saying no to doubt and I’m just grabbing the brass ring and—”
Josie interrupted her. “And you’re throwing out the clichés, like you’re talking a mile a minute, you won’t throw out the baby with the bath water, you aren’t going to count your chickens before they’ve hatched, like you’re ...”
“Oh, shut up.”
Josie stopped and put her hand on Laura’s arm. “Just be careful.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. I’ve got condoms.”
“No, that’s not what I’m talking about. You...I just don’t want your heart broken again. You deserve— you deserve everything that’s going on right now. You certainly deserve to be able to fuck two hot guys in twenty-four hours.”
“I’m not going to do that.”
“Well,” Josie wiggled her eyebrows, “I would.”
“Yeah, I know you would.”
“But I’m not you, Laura. And I’m just saying, be careful with that heart of yours. You—you know what I mean.”
Laura sighed. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” She squared her shoulders, took in a deep breath, let it out. A nice cleansing breath. “I’m saying yes. I’m saying yes.”
“Great. Will you buy coffee this time on our way to work? I really need a triple latte.”
“What?” Laura shook her head as if clearing it. What was Josie talking about?
“You said you’re saying yes. Say yes to buying me an overpriced coffee. Say yessssssssss.....”
She waved Josie off and got out of the chat window and did what every woman does in the twenty-first century after being contacted by a guy from an online dating website. She Googled him, just as she had Googled Dylan.
“Wow. What a strange set of results, Josie. Check this out.” Her friend craned over Laura’s shoulder to see the screen. Mike’s name appeared over and over, followed by a bunch of numbers. Some sort of times, like a race? Wait. The Tri-state Marathon. The Sunshine Regional Triathlon. Oh, my God. He wasn’t kidding.
He really was a triathlete. More than that—he was a steady, longtime triathlete. This wasn’t some guy who did it once for bragging rights.