“Come on, Claire. You can’t be alone on Valentine’s Day,” Lisa insisted over the phone.
“Sure I can,” I said, looking at the box of chocolates on my coffee table. I had a bottle of champagne chilling in the refrigerator, too. I hadn’t picked out a movie yet but it would be something with a Hepburn in it. Probably Katherine. She always made me smile.
“He’s a great guy. I promise.”
“Your boss’s cousin, whom you’ve never met. He might be a serial killer, for all you know.”
“He’s just a lonely guy stuck in a strange city on Valentine’s Day. Be a little hospitable.”