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Ansley
It was a busy day at the café. I spent the first few hours helping at the register. Then I had an afternoon filled with interviews. I finally applied for the license to serve beer and wine and need new nighttime staff to run the café from five to ten on Friday and Saturday nights as well as a couple of new baristas for the morning shifts.
Sometime during the interviews, a delivery was made with my name on it.
Once I get everything closed up for the evening, I take my package and head up to my apartment.
I toss my keys on the table, kick off my flats, toss the box on the edge of my bed, and fetch the box cutter from the junk drawer in the kitchen.
The phone rings before I have a chance to dig in, so I snatch it from my bag, press to answer, and balance it on my shoulder as I continue my task.
“Hi, beautiful. How was your day?”
Garrett’s deep rich voice greets.
“It was good. I think I’ve found some great prospects to hire,” I inform him. “Does that mean you’ll have some free time to come visit me on tour?” he asks.
“That’s the plan,” I inform.
“Thank God, I miss you like crazy, woman.” I giggle, as I struggle to get the package open. “What are you doing?” he asks.
“I’m trying to get a stubborn box open.”
“A box of what?”
“I have no idea. It was delivered this afternoon. I don’t remember ordering anything, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t,” I say.
He laughs.
I finally pry the flaps apart and tucked inside is a white dress box wrapped in a pink ribbon with a tag attached.
I read the tiny card and it says it’s from Garrett.
“Garrett Tuttle, what did you send me?”
“Open it and see,” he answers.
I pull on the ends of the ribbon and lift the lid. Then I pick up an emerald-green, one-shoulder, satin maxi dress with a split to the thigh.
“Oh my, this is gorgeous,” I exclaim.
“I bet it’ll be even more so on you,” he drawls.
“It’s a little fancy for slinging coffee, don’t you think?” I ask. “Maybe, but I bet you’d have customers lined around the block.” “Garrett, why did you send it. Really?”
“I need a date for Harlan James’s wedding. I figured if I sent you a dress, you couldn’t refuse me. There are shoes in there too.”
Like he’d have to buy my yes.
“Well, I am a huge Harlan James fan,” I tease.
“And here I thought I was the only country musician you listened to.” “Nope, but you are the only one I want to kiss,” I admit.
“Good to know. Now hang up and slip into that dress and video call me so I can see you in it.”
“Right now?”
“Yes, in fact, I’m gonna call you back in five minutes so you can give me a fashion show.”
“Garrett,” I say.
“Five minutes,” he growls, and then the line goes dead.
I hurry to undress and slide into the luxurious fabric. I stand in front of the full-length mirror.
I don’t know how he managed it but it’s a perfect fit and hugs my curves in all the right places. I pull my hair out of the ponytail I was sporting for work and run my fingers quickly through it. It cascades down my back in waves.
I slip into the shoes and grab my phone to await his call when I hear a tap at the door.
Dang it.
It must be Taeli.
The girls all have keys to the café, so they can come, and go and Taeli and I had dinner plans tonight.
I run over to let her in and explain why I’m so overdressed for the pizza parlor, but when I open the door, Garrett is standing there in a tuxedo. “Wow, Foxy. I knew it would look good but that should be illegal.”
Once the shock wears off, I leap into his arms.
“What are you doing here?” I cry.
He catches me around the waist and holds me to him.
“Did I forget to mention the wedding is this evening?”
“This evening? When? Where?”
I look at the clock in a panic. It’s already five.
“It’s at seven in Nashville. I have a helicopter waiting for us at Langford’s house.”
“A helicopter?”
