Yes, you will.
Chloe had no idea what she was doing. It’d taken her all day and more research than she’d care to admit to prepare for tonight’s date. The cute little restaurant was on the waterfront, and Gage sat at a table nestled in the corner with a single candle in the middle. She hadn’t meant to be late, but she was.
Now he probably thought she was standing him up. Well, maybe that’d make him all the more eager when she finally went over. Assuming he didn’t walk out.
She shook her head and banished the thought. He wouldn’t walk out. And she shouldn’t care if he did.
She stood near the bar and watched the strong, capable search and rescuer sitting alone. Waiting for her.
She’d give him what he wanted just this once. This one night, one date, one act of romance, she could handle that much. At least, that was the pep talk she’d been dishing to herself since the almost sex they’d had in the woods.
He’d asked her questions as though he really did want to know her more. Know about her mother. Her past. And that scared her. Because deep down, she wanted to open up to him. She trusted him. Which was why she’d shown up at all tonight. But if she thought too long about it, she might back out.
Instead, she took a step forward.
She adjusted her purse—which felt heavier than normal—and then smoothed one hand down her dress and walked to her…date.
When he caught her walking toward him, those incredible eyes of his lit up. A man looking at her like that did weird things to her chest. Then again, it wasn’t any man who could do this to her with a look; only the man she wanted.
Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she suppressed a nervous giggle.
Gage stood, walked around the table, and pulled her chair out for her. “You look beautiful.”
Oh, he was good. His simple gesture and smooth words coated her skin like rich honey.
“So do you.” She took in his pressed shirt and black pants. He smelled like leather, spice, and all man—she could get lost in his scent.
“Before I sit, I have some stuff for you,” she said.
Gage raised a brow as she fished through her purse.
“Here.” She handed him a mini bouquet of roses. Actually, now that she looked at the semi-smooshed flowers, maybe it hadn’t been the wisest idea to carry them in her purse.
He laughed and took them anyway. “Nice touch.”
She handed him a note. “And this is for you, too.”
He unfolded it. His soothing laugh came back, and her face warmed.
“You’re hot?” he asked, reading the two words she’d scribbled on the paper.
“It’s true.” She shrugged. “And here’s one more thing.” She grabbed the last present and handed it to him.
“Edible panties?” He grinned at the packaged strawberry thong. “I like where your mind is at, sweetheart, but I don’t think these will fit me.”
“These are romantic,” she declared proudly. “I Googled it.”
He took a step closer, and his smile turned into something more serious. “What do you mean?”
She shrugged, trying really hard not to feel like an idiot. But tonight was important to him, and she was actually trying. Even if, judging by his reaction, she was doing pretty terribly. Nothing to do but admit how much she was lacking in this department.
“I read up on romance.” She stared at her feet. “The top romantic suggestions included surprise your date with flowers…” She glanced at the ceiling, concentrating on recalling every pointer from the website. “Write your date a sweet note.”
Granted, all she’d come up with was You’re h
ot, but she was still a novice at the romance stuff.
He took a step closer and cupped her hip, silently asking her to go on.