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“You have a great ass.”
The same words from Apollo echo in my mind. Seeing him today, having him so close to me, has really knocked me off my game. Now I’m second-guessing myself,andI feel guilty for going on a date when I have nothing to feel guilty about.
“June, do you want my advice?”
“That’s why I called you.”
“Wear the outfit. Feel confident in it. You’re sexy, and even if this first date doesn’t turn into a second date, you’re still sexy. You’ve got this.”
“Yeah.” My hair is down, and the curls are tamed. I’m wearing makeup for the first time in more than a year, and thanks to Sarah and June, it actually looks pretty good.
I look like a girl.
“Okay, I’m meeting him at Three Sisters because I refused to let him pick me up at my grandma’s house and get the third degree from her. Plus, if he’s horrible, I can just leave.”
“Good plan. I like it. Stay safe, and call me if you need me.”
“Okay. I’ll call you tomorrow. Thanks.”
I hang up, frown at myself in the mirror, and then throw my hands up before hurrying to pull on the one and only pair of black dress shoes I own. They’re going to kill my feet, but at least they match my top and they aren’t heels.
I draw the line at heels.
After tossing my phone, wallet, and lip gloss into the tiny bag that Sarah loaned me, I walk out of the room I’ve lived in since I discovered mold in my rental last year and had to move out, and hurry down the stairs to find Grandma sitting in the living room watchingJeopardy.
“I’m headed out for the evening.”
“Be safe out there,” she says before looking over, but after a second, she turns to me, and her eyes just about bulge out of her skull. “Well, look at you.”
“It’s just an outfit.”
“No, that’s anoutfit.You must have a date.”
“Yeah. I decided to look like a girl for it.”
“You’re so beautiful,” she says as her eyes fill with tears.
“Don’t cry.”
“I’m almost eighty years old. Don’t you tell me what to do.” She sniffles but then smiles. “Have a wonderful time, my dear.”
“I’ll try.” I lean over, kiss the top of her head, and then I’m off.
My truck could practically drive itself the short distance into the heart of downtown Huckleberry Bay, it’s made the trip so many times. When I pull into the parking lot of Three Sisters Kitchen, it isn’t too packed for a Friday night, and I easily find a spot.
“What am I doing?” I whisper, not ready to get out of the truck yet. I’m not good at dating, and they usually end up in disaster. Am I trying to wash Apollo out of my brain?
Maybe.
“Don’t be dumb. It’s one evening, and Eric seemed nice. Just go inside already.”
It wasn’t my best pep talk, but it does the trick because I unhook the seatbelt, step out of the truck, and lock the doors before walking inside.
“Well, hello, hottie.” Darla looks me up and down and then fans her face. With her being the third sister and part owner of Luna’s new inn, I’ve grown to know Darla well over the past year. She’s funny and hardworking. I really like her.
“Don’t make me punch you.”
Darla laughs. “You reallydolook great. I take it you’re meeting Mr. Eric? He said he was meeting a date here.”
