“I could totally see a giant tree house in that oak,” I said as I pointed to a beautiful oak tree.
He smiled and nodded his head. “Yeah, I could, too.”
“I always wanted a tree house. I begged my parents to build me one, but my mother said it was too dangerous.” I smiled as I thought back to how I had begged and pleaded with them. “My kids will have a tree house,” I whispered.
He took my hand and kissed the back of it, and the thousands of needles now pricking my hand caused me to suck in a breath of air.
Shit. Anytime he touches me, my body reacts.
“How would you like to go out with me tonight?” he asked with a sly grin.
I raised my eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”
“Austin? Dinner with maybe a little bit of dancing at a club?” Reed said.
I bit down on my lower lip and nodded. “I think that sounds like fun!”
Before I knew it, we were heading back and getting ready to go out for the evening. I couldn’t help but feel like an excited teenager going out on her first date.
I wanted so desperately to believe that Reed would be different. Maybe he really was different. He had been nothing but a gentleman all week. It was almost like he had done a one-eighty from the Reed I’d known—or at least, the one I thought I’d known.
Or maybe he just feels sorry for me?
Whatever the reason, I was going to enjoy myself. I still had a little over two weeks of this, and I intended on making it the best two weeks of my life.
I sat on the bed, grinning like an idiot. She loved the cabin. I knew she would. Every thought and detail I’d put into that house, I’d thought about Courtney and if she would like it or not.
As soon as we had gotten back to Layton’s place, she hopped in the shower, and I pulled out a piece of paper and began working on my next project. When I was finished, I couldn’t help but smile as I looked it over. It was perfect, and I was sure she would love it.
I heard a knock on the door, and I put the paper with the design facing down on the side table. I stood up and headed over to the door. I opened the door, and I just about dropped to my knees.
“Wow,” was all I could get out.
Courtney was standing there in a black cocktail dress and silver high heels with her hair pulled up and a few curls hanging down.
“I’m going to guess I look pretty good since your mouth is practically hanging down to your knees, Moore. Could you eye-fuck me any more?” she asked with a wink.
“Yes, actually, I could. Court, you look beautiful. Is that your dress or Whitley’s?”
She looked down and then back up at me, giving me a funny look. “It’s mine! A girl can never be overpacked. I always tell Whitley to pack for anything and everything.”
I found myself daydreaming about peeling that dress off of her and slowly making love to her. I shook my wayward thoughts away as I turned and grabbed my keys, wallet, and watch.
“Ready?” I asked with a smile.
She nodded with the enthusiasm of a small child and held her arm out for me to take. “So ready!”
“Let’s go then.”
After we ate, we grabbed a cup of coffee at Mozart’s, and then we headed to the club for some dancing. I had to smile at how much Courtney loved to dance. She had more energy than the damn Energizer Bunny.
We walked up to the bar to get a drink when “Walking on Air” by Katy Perry started playing.
Courtney jumped up and down and then grabbed my hand. “I love this song!”
The next thing I knew, we were back out on the dance floor, dancing. She certainly could dance, and throughout the song, three different guys tried to cut in. With one go-to-hell look, they each quickly left.
By the time we left the club, Courtney finally seemed happy. This last week, she had buried herself in work and reading, and she’d hardly spoken two words to me. Now, she was going on and on, and I couldn’t get a word in. I hadn’t laughed so much in my life as I did on the ride home from Austin.