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“Shane practically wished me luck.”
Her eyes widened. “He did?”
Tristan nodded, his arms folding tight against his chest to keep them from shaking with his nerves. “He did. The way I see it, the only one standing in the way of me kissing you right now, is you.” He didn’t think it was possible, but her eyes widened even more. Her mouth formed a small “o” but she didn’t withdraw from him. They stood like that in the kitchen, her hands covered in cookie dough and flour, and all he could think about was the fact that she hadn’t immediately turned him down when he mentioned going on a date.
Dianna gnawed on her lower lip, her eyes darting in all kinds of directions as she shifted her focus toward the cookie dough and commenced to roll it out before using the star-shaped cutter to create about half a dozen cookies to place on the cookie sheet. “I’m going to have to think about it.”
That wasn’t a yes.
It wasn’t a no, either.
It was a maybe. And it was more than he’d had when she arrived for their therapy appointment earlier today.
He nodded, unable to fight the smile on his face. “Sure.”
14
Dianna
Dianna groaned and flung her body on the bed in her room. She stared at the ceiling, angry that she’d allowed herself to fall into this mess in the first place. She wasn’t relationship material. She couldn’t be entrusted with someone else’s heart, no matter how much her own heart yearned for that very thing.
“What’s the matter with you?”
She gasped and sat up, finding Brielle standing in the doorway. Her older sister eyed her with curiosity. “Getting tired of that job that Constance dragged you into?”
“No. Of course not.” Dianna scooted to the edge of the bed. “I’m wondering if I’ve made too many mistakes over the last couple of weeks.”
“What kind of mistakes?” Brielle wandered into her room and sat on the edge of Dianna’s bed. “I’ve made several in my lifetime. Perhaps I can help you figure out a way out of this one.”
Dianna peeked at her sister. Brielle had dated several men over the years. She’d been the one to sneak out when their father’s rules had still been in place. Perhaps Brielle had a point. “Tristan asked me out.”
“You’re going to have to give me a little more than that. I have no idea who Tristan is.”
“Mathew’s father.”
“And Mathew is…”
Dianna rolled her eyes. “If you don’t want to help, just say so.”
Brielle laughed. “Kidding. So the kid’s father wants you to go out with him.”
“Yeah.”
“I fail to see the problem.”
Dianna’s head spun around to face her older sister. “You’re not serious.”
Brielle shrugged. “He’s a handsome guy with a kid. Isn’t that sort of something you’ve always wanted?”
“Well, sure, but—”
“Then where’s the problem?”
“He’s Mathew’sdad. Isn’t there like some kind of code that says I shouldn’t date a client?”
“Mathew’s the client. Tristan isn’t.” Brielle laughed.
Dianna groaned. “It’s one and the same if you ask me.”
