girl ever.”
“Then I guess we did her proud. Because she is the coolest girl ever.”
“You’re cool, too.”
He shook his head. “Are you kidding? I feel like I’m in high school all over again.”
“Because of me?”
“Yes. Because of you.”
“So I make you feel young? That’s good, isn’t it?”
“I was a dork in high school.”
She laughed. “Somehow I don’t see you as ever being a dork.”
“Believe me, I was.”
“I’m surprised you can remember back that far.”
He cracked a smile. “Smarty.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, you, too.”
“I’m going to wow you with my outfit.”
He would probably be predictable, in jeans and a sports coat. “Bye, Dana.”
“Bye, handsome.”
They hung up, and he marveled at how easily she flirted. He’d never met anyone like her.
He checked his emails on his phone to see if his cool kid had sent the picture. She had, and the image was funny and cute, with his daughter making a duck face. Her sparkly pink gown was atrocious. The tiara was tacky, too. But that was the point, he supposed.
He thought about Dana, wondering just how she planned to wow him. Tomorrow night was going to be a long wait.
Especially with that kiss looming in his mind.
Chapter Two
E ric drove to Dana’s place and parked at the curb. She lived in a cozy, tree-lined neighborhood. The bungalow house in front boasted 1930s appeal with a sloping roof, a stucco exterior and a stone walkway. He assumed that was where her landlord lived. He didn’t see anyone peering out from behind the lacy curtains, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t being watched.
He picked up her gift from the passenger’s seat and got out of the car. He’d stopped by the florist and gotten Dana an orchid because of her obvious love of flowers. But suddenly he’d realized he’d made a mistake. Not necessarily for Dana, but for himself. Corrine’s wedding bouquet had been made up of the same type of orchids.
How could he have overlooked that? Eric scowled. Maybe he hadn’t. Maybe it was deliberate. As to why, he couldn’t be sure. But it didn’t sit well with him.
He headed for the side gate Dana had mentioned and opened the latch. Her yard was an explosion of greenery and festive blooms. Her tiny house sat amid the garden, which also contained a three-tiered fountain.
He knocked on her door. She answered and sent his libido into a tailspin.
She had the wow factor.
She’d donned a white dress with a bold red print. The slim-fitting garment hugged her in all the right places and was just low enough in front for him to see how bountiful her breasts were. Her shoes, a pair of flesh-colored heels, added about three inches to her height, elongating her already shapely legs. But what really enticed him was her hair. He’d never seen it loose, and tonight it tumbled around her shoulders in a mass of golden waves, making him itch to touch it.
Her makeup was stunning, as well, her eyes lined in a manner that reminded of him of an old-time movie star. Her lips were painted the same shade as the print on the dress, which he now realized were red dahlias. Instead of wearing a flower in her hair, she was wearing them on her dress.
“You look incredible,” he said.
“Thank you.” She spun around and showed him every curve. “I primped for hours.”
“It paid off.”
“Is that for me?” she asked.
The accidental orchid. “Yes.” He handed it to her.
“Thank you. It’s beautiful.” She hugged it to her chest, much too close to her heart. “Come in, Eric.”
As he entered her home, she put the potted plant on the windowsill, where a host of herbs created a fragrant mixture. Everything in her young vibrant world was tuned to the senses. A mosaic-topped café dining table was paired with mismatched chairs, and a mint-green loveseat that served as her sofa was bursting with tassel-trimmed pillows. A wooden coat rack held a collection of fringed shawls, and glass lamps were
“Then I guess we did her proud. Because she is the coolest girl ever.”
“You’re cool, too.”
He shook his head. “Are you kidding? I feel like I’m in high school all over again.”
“Because of me?”
“Yes. Because of you.”
“So I make you feel young? That’s good, isn’t it?”
“I was a dork in high school.”
She laughed. “Somehow I don’t see you as ever being a dork.”
“Believe me, I was.”
“I’m surprised you can remember back that far.”
He cracked a smile. “Smarty.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, you, too.”
“I’m going to wow you with my outfit.”
He would probably be predictable, in jeans and a sports coat. “Bye, Dana.”
“Bye, handsome.”
They hung up, and he marveled at how easily she flirted. He’d never met anyone like her.
He checked his emails on his phone to see if his cool kid had sent the picture. She had, and the image was funny and cute, with his daughter making a duck face. Her sparkly pink gown was atrocious. The tiara was tacky, too. But that was the point, he supposed.
He thought about Dana, wondering just how she planned to wow him. Tomorrow night was going to be a long wait.
Especially with that kiss looming in his mind.
Chapter Two
E ric drove to Dana’s place and parked at the curb. She lived in a cozy, tree-lined neighborhood. The bungalow house in front boasted 1930s appeal with a sloping roof, a stucco exterior and a stone walkway. He assumed that was where her landlord lived. He didn’t see anyone peering out from behind the lacy curtains, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t being watched.
He picked up her gift from the passenger’s seat and got out of the car. He’d stopped by the florist and gotten Dana an orchid because of her obvious love of flowers. But suddenly he’d realized he’d made a mistake. Not necessarily for Dana, but for himself. Corrine’s wedding bouquet had been made up of the same type of orchids.
How could he have overlooked that? Eric scowled. Maybe he hadn’t. Maybe it was deliberate. As to why, he couldn’t be sure. But it didn’t sit well with him.
He headed for the side gate Dana had mentioned and opened the latch. Her yard was an explosion of greenery and festive blooms. Her tiny house sat amid the garden, which also contained a three-tiered fountain.
He knocked on her door. She answered and sent his libido into a tailspin.
She had the wow factor.
She’d donned a white dress with a bold red print. The slim-fitting garment hugged her in all the right places and was just low enough in front for him to see how bountiful her breasts were. Her shoes, a pair of flesh-colored heels, added about three inches to her height, elongating her already shapely legs. But what really enticed him was her hair. He’d never seen it loose, and tonight it tumbled around her shoulders in a mass of golden waves, making him itch to touch it.
Her makeup was stunning, as well, her eyes lined in a manner that reminded of him of an old-time movie star. Her lips were painted the same shade as the print on the dress, which he now realized were red dahlias. Instead of wearing a flower in her hair, she was wearing them on her dress.
“You look incredible,” he said.
“Thank you.” She spun around and showed him every curve. “I primped for hours.”
“It paid off.”
“Is that for me?” she asked.
The accidental orchid. “Yes.” He handed it to her.
“Thank you. It’s beautiful.” She hugged it to her chest, much too close to her heart. “Come in, Eric.”
As he entered her home, she put the potted plant on the windowsill, where a host of herbs created a fragrant mixture. Everything in her young vibrant world was tuned to the senses. A mosaic-topped café dining table was paired with mismatched chairs, and a mint-green loveseat that served as her sofa was bursting with tassel-trimmed pillows. A wooden coat rack held a collection of fringed shawls, and glass lamps were