"Totally!" If there was one guy who had no trouble at all writing off bad first impressions, this? This was the guy. And anyway, he hadn't really thought that much less of her for faceplanting into his feet in the first place. Jewelry was important to women. He got that.

Zack extended a gloved hand of his own to gently grip and reciprocate a warm handshake, still just as oblivious as he ever was to Angela's haughty squeaks for his attention. He'd kind of figured that Heather wasn't a dog person, so to speak ... and he wasn't entirely sure that a cat would respond that much better, either. Maybe it was just an animal thing in general.

"Howdy, Heather. I'm Zack."