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Would he be texting her during their “date”?
Why do you care? She didn’t. Not really.
Jessica shrugged. “History is told by the victor. And honey? You’re winning.”
“If you say so…” Kassidy capped her mascara and studied herself in the mirror, squinting. Letting out a sigh, she picked up her glasses and slid them into place so she could see again.
Yeah, she wouldn’t be going sans glasses again.
She couldn’t afford to break something else.
She’d opted for a tight-fitting red dress, a pair of black heels, and had curled her hair and left it down again. Uncharacteristically, she’d applied heavy gray eye makeup and pink lipstick. If nothing else, she looked the part of the arm candy she would be, and that was all she could ask for. She’d do her best to try and make up for the property she destroyed, and that was all she could offer him. Hopefully, it would be enough.
But still.
Stupidly, she couldn’t shake the anticipation that built in her stomach and made her fingers tingle and her breath come quickly. There was no denying that she was nervous and excited to go out with Wyatt, and she just had to accept that a small, girlish part of her mind would view this as a date, no matter what the bigger, more logical part of her brain said.
“I’ll go, so I don’t cramp your style.” Jessica stood and swooped up the other dresses she’d brought along, since Kassidy hadn’t owned anything fancy or sexy enough for dinner with Wyatt Hamilton. “Good choice on the dress, by the way.”
“Thank you for letting me borrow it,” Kassidy said, smoothing the fabric over her stomach. It was a lower neckline than she usually wore, but not quite as bad as the Peter Pan costume. It showed a hint of cleavage, was sleeveless, made of the softest cotton she’d ever found, and hit right above the knee, pretty much replicating what Wyatt had requested earlier today, which was why she picked it.
Hopefully he liked it…not because she cared what he thought or anything, but because she owed him a shit ton of money. Or so she kept telling herself.
Jessica hugged her with her free arm. “You’re going to do great. Text me after and tell me if he’s an asshole…and if he smells good. I bet he smells good.”
“He does.” She’d learned that earlier when he saved her from hitting the floor. Being in his arms, against his hard chest, had been life-changing.
How could muscles be so hard?
“Like, really good.”
Jessica let out a sigh. “No fair.”
“You can stay and meet him if you want,” she said, letting go of her friend. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
“No.”
“But—” she started.
“No.” Jess started for the door. “Did you tell Caleb that you’re going out with him?”
Like usual, Jess blushed a little when she mentioned Kassidy’s older brother. She was 99 percent certain her best friend had a thing for Caleb, even though she’d never admit it. “Nope. I didn’t even tell him that Wyatt was the one I delivered balloons to. If he knew, he’d be here, waiting to meet him first and warn him that his sister is off-limits second. Then he’d be showing up at his house, since he has the address, and he’d never leave the poor guy alone.”
“Maybe.” Jessica grinned. “Maybe his favorite football player is the one person he’d leave alone when it comes to his sister.”
“Right,” Kassidy muttered, smoothing her hair one last time. “I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be. He’ll love you. How could he not?”
“I don’t want him to love me, I just don’t want to make a fool out of myself in front of him.” She winced, remembering that awful song she’d delivered. “Again.”
“You won’t.” Jessica walked out the bedroom door. “Call me as soon as you’re alone.”
“Love you,” Kassidy called out.
“Love you more,” Jess said over her shoulder.
The front door opened and shut. She let out a breath, checking herself out in the mirror, critically taking in every detail. Her dress was too tight. She was breathing too rapidly. The world closed in around her, suffocating her, threatening to choke her, but she had nothing to be worried about…
