A Mistletoe Affair. Farrah Rochon

talked to him on the phone yet. He seems nice,” she finished with a casual shrug, as if it didn’t feel like she had a million butterflies doing an aboriginal rain dance in her belly.

      “So,” Janelle prompted, circling her hands in a give-us-more motion.

      “He suggested dinner,” Vicki continued. “But then he said if I wanted to take it slow and start off with a coffee date he would be okay with that, too.”

      “I take it you two are going out for coffee?” Sandra asked.

      An impish grin tilted up the edges of Vicki’s lips. “Dinner. And dancing.”

      “Ooh,” both Janelle and Sandra said.

      “I’m scared of you, girl,” Janelle said.

      “So when’s the date?”

      “Tomorrow,” she said. She hunched her shoulder. “I know a Tuesday night isn’t your typical date night, but he’s on call a lot at the E.R. Tuesday is his only night off this week.”

      “Who cares what night,” Sandra said. “All I know is that the men of Wintersage had better watch out. Vicki Ahlfors is on the move.”