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“I’ve never been on a date!”
There was a long beat of silence. Then he cleared his throat. “You’ve never been on a date?” he repeated.
“God, why did I say that? You probably think I’m a total loser.” She groaned, covering her eyes with her hand as she fell back on her bed. She should’ve just lied and gone with it.
“I don’t like that.”
“What?”
“Don’t like the way you’re talking about yourself.” There was a dark note to his voice, one that made her shiver. “Don’t like you calling yourself a loser. Don’t like you berating yourself.”
“But I am a loser! Who hasn’t gone on a date at my age?”
“Abbie,” he growled, and she froze. “Stop it. Right now.”
“But—”
“You’re not a loser,” he interrupted. “You’re a good girl for telling me the truth. I’ll make it more special now.”
“No,” she breathed, shaking her head. “Don’t change anything.”
“It’s your first date. It needs to be special.”
“Can we just call it a meet up?” she asked quietly. “Save the date for another time? I’m already going to be so nervous meeting you I might throw up right on your shoes. Oh my God. Why did I say that?” But he was laughing again. Not at her. At her words.
“You’re so damn cute,” he chuckled. “We can save the date for later.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. “So, you want to meet me tomorrow?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Yes.” Her head bobbed even though he couldn’t see her. She really, really wanted that.
“Want to meet at the park then? Say about eleven?”
“Eleven?”
“We can go later if you need more time to wake up,” he teased.
“No, no. I just thought that was late for you. Isn’t that your dinner time?”
“Such a little brat,” he rumbled, but she knew he was teasing.
“Eleven is perfect.”
“Good.”
There was another pause, then he roughly cleared his throat.
“Let’s get you to bed, then, pretty girl. You have a big day tomorrow.”
* * *
Sliding from her car,she shut the door softly behind her and made her way toward the bench by the swing set, the place where they’d agreed to meet. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.
She’d spent her entire morning trying to find something to wear that wasn’t too much, but also still felt like her. She finally settled on a pink pleated skirt with fishnet leggings and a lavender crop top. She felt good in it, confident. Especially with her lucky yellow sneakers on.
Looking around, she wrung her hands together. This was really happening. Any second, she’d be meeting her man. Her Daddy. Even if she hadn’t called him that since before they talked on the phone last night. It was easier to say what she wanted over text, when she didn’t have to hear his voice. She didn’t know what she was going to do when she had to actually speak to him face to face.
