He rubbed his thumb against her jaw, and she reached for him.
“My turn to kiss you,” she whispered. She brushed her lips against his, parting just a bit. A tease and a promise of more to come.
When they broke apart, he pushed the door open button. “I need to…”
“Yeah. Me, too.”
He took a deep breath. “Hey. So, maybe I could give you my number the proper way now?”
She let out a shaky laugh and pulled out her phone. “Please.”
By the time she got home, there was a text from him confirming their date.
Owen: I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six, if that works for you?
Kerry: It does. I’m looking forward to it.
Owen: Me, too.
Chapter Fifteen
Owen changedhis shirt three times. He fixed his hair twice, and on his second stomp back to his bedroom from the bathroom, Becca wandered into the hallway with Charlie asleep in a wrap on her chest and gave him a curious look. “What’s going on?”
He hadn’t been subtle about the nervous energy. He gestured for her to follow him, and pointed to the two shirts on his bed, both button-down, one blue, the other dark grey. Then he waved helplessly at the black Henley he was currently wearing. “What’s better for a date?”
“You have adate?”
“Yeah.”
She glanced at the clock on his bedside table. “Is it a date fortonight?”
“I’m picking her up in fifteen minutes.”
“Oooh, a secret date.”
“I was going to tell you.”
“Really? When?”
“At some point between now and thirteen minutes from now when I leave the house.”
“So she’s local.” Becca’s eyebrows wiggled. “Interesting. Do I know her?”
Warmth crawled up his neck. “Yes.”
“Is it someone from the army?”
“I’ll tell you if you stop asking questions.”
“But this is fun. Is it—”
“It’s Kerry.”
Becca blinked at him. She stood there, her mouth hanging open, and she just stared. Then she rocked back on her heels. “My Kerry?”
That tripped him up. He frowned and thought twice about pointing out that technically, Kerry wasn’t her midwife anymore.
Becca matched his frown. “When did you ask her out?”
