I tell myself to be cool. Dear Lucy, Please act sane and rational. And please, for the love of God, say something normal. Flashing him a dazzling smile, I blurt, “Wow, hey. I saw it and almost blew you.” And then all color drains from my face. Cal chokes on his bourbon, which might be the strongest reaction I’ve gotten out of him since the day I walked into his auto shop.
