life, not even as a teenager, had she indulged in such a ridiculous deception over a man. Her face burned with mortification. She'd lied about her car - told an outright lie in a futile effort to see Hector Silva again.
Fifteen minutes later, the receptionist came to tell her that her vehicle was ready. She immediately went to pay the bill but found there was no charge. Eager to be on her way, Lillie hurried out of the building to the lot, where her car was waiting for her.
She nearly stumbled when she saw Hector standing next to it.
"Lillie," he said, his smile warm. "I've personally checked out the car and I can't find anything wrong with it. I thought if we took a drive, the problem might reappear and I could analyze it."
The offer to spend time with him was tempting, but she'd frittered away enough of his morning. "If you say it's in fine working order, then I'm sure it is. I trust you."
"I wouldn't mind, Lillie."
"Hector." Her face shone as brightly as a lighthouse beacon. "There's nothing wrong with my vehicle," she said, making a spontaneous decision. "I apologize. I shouldn't have wasted your time." The most important thing at the moment was getting away with her dignity - or what remained of it - intact.
Hector nodded. "We don't need to test your car, then?"
"We don't."
He opened the driver's door for her, and she climbed in. Her hand trembled as she inserted the key in the ignition. The door was still open.
"Do you...have you ever gone bowling?" The words came at her in a rush.
"Bowling?" she repeated, frowning. "Oh, sure, of course." This must be a day meant for lies. In her entire life, she'd never even stepped inside a bowling alley.
"I know it's short notice...I hope you don't mind my asking..."
"I don't mind." How eager she sounded. Her heart did a silly dance while she tried to disguise her excitement at his invitation.
"Tonight?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Six?"
"Okay." She mentally reviewed her closet filled with Misook and St. John suits. What did one wear bowling? Barbie would know. Barbie would help her. Then she realized she couldn't tell Barbie. Not yet. Later maybe, after she'd gone out with Hector.
He grinned. "Perhaps we should meet there?"
"That's fine." Anywhere was fine.
With a verve that was almost boyish, he shut her door, but not before giving her the address of the bowling alley. "I'll look forward to seeing you this evening," he said.
"Yes." Lillie didn't know if she was going to dissolve into tears or giggles. Either way, her actions today had been embarrassing - but she didn't care.
She was going to see Hector tonight, and they wouldn't be talking about cars, either.
That evening, thanks to her navigation system, Lillie located the bowling alley and got there at ten minutes to six. She wore beige linen slacks and a soft teal cashmere sweater with a floral silk scarf around her neck. Earlier in the afternoon, she'd purchased tennis shoes and white cotton socks. With her makeup she'd gone for a light, natural look, and she'd worn her hair neatly tied back. Every detail of her appearance had been closely scrutinized.
Hector, dressed in a suit and tie, was waiting outside the entrance, and when he saw her, his eyes lit up. Lillie knew exactly how he felt, because she felt the same happiness at seeing him.
As she approached, he held out his hands to her, and for a moment neither of them spoke. "Thank you for agreeing to meet me."
"Thank you for asking me." A little worried, she glanced at his suit. He looked as if he was about to attend a wedding. Lillie hadn't realized bowling was such a formal sport.
"Should I change my clothes?"
Hector shook his head. "No, no, you look perfect."
"But you're wearing a suit...."
His cheeks reddened slightly. "My daughter said I should never have suggested bowling. She said you must think me a buffoon. Would you care to dine with me, Lillie? I apologize if I offended you by offering to take you bowling. It's been many years since I invited a woman out. I don't know how such things are done now."
All Lillie really wanted was to be with Hector. It didn't matter to her if they were in a five-star restaurant or knocking down pins in a bowling alley. "Hmm. That's quite a decision."
"Shall we have coffee and then decide?"
She nodded. "That's an excellent idea."
Next they needed to figure out where to have coffee. They chose the