July 27, Saturday

BY THE middle of the sweltering afternoon, I'd decided that Sawyer wasn't coming back, and it was just as well. I was sitting on the wraparound porch under a ceiling fan waiting for a FedEx truck to arrive with my new laptop. When I heard a vehicle arriving, I pushed to my feet. But instead of a white delivery truck, Sawyer's black truck came into view. I told my stupid heart not to perk up. But it did a little dance, dammit.

He waved and I waved back as he rambled by. Then suddenly his brake lights came on and he backed up. He stopped in front of the house and rolled down the passenger window. "I was hoping you'd come down after while with some sweet tea."

I hesitated, then nodded. "I could do that."

He grinned, then kept going.

I puffed my cheeks out in an exhale. With my track record, I had no business falling for a hot guy I didn't know that well.

But I felt a bout of vertigo coming on.