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Greer exhaled slowly, and I could tell by the look in her eye that I wasn’t going to like what she had to say. “So what?”
My brow pinched in a frown. “So? That’s it?”
She shrugged. “We have these crazy contraptions called planes now.”
“It’s more than the flights and you know it.”
Her smile was sad. “I know. It’s impossible for you to do casual, isn’t it? No matter what you say.”
“With Ivy?” I asked. “Yeah. It’s impossible.”
“You Wilder boys,” she said fondly. “Once you fall, you fall hard, and there’s no stopping it, is there?”
I gave her a look. “Like you were any different with Beckett.”
She snorted. “Fair enough.”
“Speaking of Beckett, when does he get in tomorrow?”
“Just in time for dinner. He and Parker chartered a plane from Portland right after a team meeting they can’t miss.”
“Big weekend,” I said quietly.
Greer nodded. “Big weekend.” Then she stood and picked up her bag. “I’m going to head back to the house. Mom and Dad were watching a movie with Olive when I left, and I promised Mom I’d help her make dinner.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
“Think you’ll be joining us tonight?” she asked.
“No. I think I might listen to my really smart sister, but don’t tell her I said that. She’s obnoxious when she’s right.”
Greer laughed. “Deal.” Then she gave me a pointed look. “Have fun.”
After she left the shop, I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text.
Me: I’m picking you up in an hour. Wear something nice.
I tried to figure out what was wrong with my stomach when I pulled up to the guesthouse and took a final glance in the rearview mirror.
I didn’t think I was sick, but as I grabbed the small bouquet of wildflowers that I’d cut from Mom’s garden and straightened the neck of my dress shirt, I sort of felt like I might pass out.
I’d run out of time to shave. It was hard enough to wrap up my work and get a quick shower before changing my clothes and getting over to Ivy’s in time.
The dangerous flip-flopping in my belly only increased when I got out of the truck and approached the door.
God, I was so out of practice.
My last first date was … I stopped, brow furrowing as I tried to remember.
I couldn’t.
The hard puff of air that came out of my mouth was harsh and loud, and it hit me like that stupid tube Greer whipped at my head.
I was nervous.
Immediately, I exhaled a quiet laugh because Ivy would fucking love it if I told her that.
There was nothing to be nervous about, I told myself, because all week, I’d gotten more than enough familiarity with Ivy Lynch in all sorts of new ways.
