Ugh. Fine. I’ll be by in two hours. Followed by: But you’ll owe me pizza and beer.
She bit her lip. I can’t do two hours from now.
Why not?
Should she tell him the truth? I have a date.
WITH WHO?
No one you would know.
Heck, she’d never even met the dude. She’d matched with him on eHarmony. All she knew was he was twenty-seven, an accountant like her, and he wore a suit well, if his profile pic was to be believed. She’d never gone a date with a stranger before, especially not someone she met on the internet, but it was all part of her change.
What’s his name? How’d you meet? What does he do for a living?
Rolling her eyes, she started to type back a reply telling him it was none of his frigging business, but then her doorbell rang. Frowning, she set the phone down and made her way to the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and her friends weren’t really the “stop by unannounced” type, so she couldn’t imagine who might be here.
Unless…
It was Caleb.
If he’d zoomed over here from his place down the street simply because she’d mentioned having a date later, he’d taken the overbearing brother role to a whole new level. Pushing her glasses into place, she swung the door open, expecting to see her annoying brother standing there…and instead got the surprise of her life.
Wyatt Hamilton.
On her doorstep.
Not speaking, she tried to figure it out. Why was he here? What did he want? Had he forgotten something? Was he lost? In danger? Escaping paparazzi? She craned her neck, glancing behind him, but there were no cameras and no signs of danger chasing him.
When she remained silent, he lifted a hand, smiling that same devastatingly charming smile that had haunted her in her dreams and her bed for the past three nights. “Hey, Kass.”
“Uh…” She desperately smoothed her horribly messy hair. It was useless. She hadn’t been expecting company, and it showed. God, it showed. “Hi?”
That smile that widened. “Is that a question?”
“Um, yes?” She laughed a little. “Not to be rude, but what are you doing here? Did you forget something? I mean, I didn’t see anything, but you’re free to check—”
“I didn’t forget anything,” he said, studying her with a slight frown. “But you told me if I ever wanted someone to hang out with, to spend time with…”
“Oh. Oh. Right.”
Holy crap, he was actually taking her up on that offer?
He hesitated. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Huh? No.” She pursed her lips. “Why?”
He rubbed his hard jaw. He had a bit of a five o’clock shadow going, and his dark blond hair was sticking up like he’d been running his fingers through it. He wore a Saviors T-shirt that hugged his biceps and chest, a pair of black sweats that hugged other things, aviator sunglasses, and a pair of Nikes. Sweats had never been so sexy before. “You’re all sweaty. Is someone here with you? I can go…”
“Oh. That.” She glanced at herself. She, too, was wearing sweats, but not nearly so sexily. Sexy? Sexy-ish? What the heck was the word? Oh, who cared anyway? Wyatt Hamilton was here, on her doorstep, with hungry eyes. “No. I’m all alone. What about you? Are you alone?”
What a stupid question.
She could see he was alone.
Good one. Way to charm him.
“Yeah, I’m alone.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just left practice. I was driving home, and realized how close I was to you, so I figured I’d stop by and see how you were doing on that promise you made me.”