3

Georgia

What is that crazy man thinking? He hasn’t responded again and it’s getting dangerously close to seven. Is he really just gonna show up at my house and expect to go out to dinner?

Well, he’s in for a surprise. I didn’t agree to dinner, so I came home from work, put on sweatpants and an old T-shirt with no bra, and threw my hair up in a messy bun. Now, I’m rethinking my plan. What if he shows up and I look like this?

I start toward my bedroom, thinking about what’s not dirty and could be considered date clothes when there’s a knock at my front door.

“Shit. I hope that’s a door-to-door salesman,” I mutter to myself as I slowly make my way to the door.

I peek through the peephole and wish for the world to swallow me hole. This. This is why people think I’m flighty and a little crazy. “Can you come back in about thirty minutes?” I yell through the door.

“No,” he answers with a laugh.

I yank the door open, “why the hell not?”

“Because I’m here now,” Boone steps into my doorway and I back up a step. “You look amazing, wildflower.”

“Urgh. I look like crap, and you know it.” At least I still have today’s make-up on so that my face isn’t ghost pale.

“No.” He walks the rest of the way into my house like he’s been here before.

“No, what?”

“No, you don’t look like crap. I like this relaxed version of you. I only ever see you in town when you’re out with your friends and all made up. I like this Georgia a lot more.”

I have nothing to say about his admission. He sees me when I’m out? It’s a small town, so I’m not surprised, but I didn’t think he paid attention.

“If you give me ten minutes I can change and we can go out,” I say, as he looks around my kitchen. “What are you looking for?”

“A vase for your flowers,” he answers like it’s obvious.

“You didn’t even give them to me.”

“I didn’t?” He walks toward me and stops when our bodies are a hairsbreadth away from each other. My heart skips a beat at his nearness. “These are for you. Wildflowers for my wildflower.”

I take the flowers and smile. “Thank you, Boone. They’re very pretty.” I step around him, being so close was causing my body to overload on his pheromones and nothing good could come of that.

I quickly grab a vase from the cabinet and get my flowers situated. “You don’t need to change,” Boone says from the entryway to the kitchen. “We can stay here where you’re already comfortable. Order pizza, watch a movie, or something.”

“Something?” I can think of a few somethings I would like to do to this man and that makes staying in this house a very bad idea.

“C’mon, Georgia. If you can behave yourself, I promise to behave too.” His smile promises that if we misbehave it would so be worth it. This is why I wanted to avoid him completely. He’s dangerous—to my panties and my heart.

“I can behave,” I promise, hoping that I don’t make a liar out of myself before the night is over.