“I’m holding you to that.”
“Good. I like a woman who expects effort.”
He leaves a minute later, and I stand there staring at the closed door like I just agreed to go skydiving without checking the weather. “Well,” I murmur to the empty house, “that just happened.”
I’m still standing in the living room staring at the front door like it might reopen and reveal this was all a very aggressive daydream when my phone buzzes in my hand.
Bri: Earth to Brooke. I haven’t heard from you all day.
Okay. No. We are not spiraling alone. We are involving the sisters.
Me: A very hot man just came to my open house and did the full tour
Bella: When you say full tour, you're talking about the house?
Me: Obviously.
Bri: Back to the hot man.
Me: He asked me out
Me: and got my number
Three dots pop up immediately. Then both of them. At the same time. I love and fear this.
Bella: EXCUSE ME WHAT??
Bri: WAIT HOLD ON. HOW HOT is he ????
I smile despite myself, walking into the kitchen to grab my purse while they type like their thumbs are on fire.
Me: Expensive suit, six two, broad shoulders, very confident smile, definitely moisturizes
Bella: NOT THE MOISTURIZES DETAIL ?? WHAT IS HIS NAME?
Me: Grant Whitaker
Bri: That is a VERY rich-man name. Are we sure he is not a vampire or a serial killer?
Me: He asked real house questions about dock maintenance and resale value so either a very prepared criminal or an actual buyer
Bella: Okay but did you say yes?
I pause, staring at the wordyeson my screen like it might judge me.
Me: …yes
Bri: HOLY SHIT BALLS! BROOKE CALLAWAY IS GOING ON A DATE!!!
I laugh, locking up the house and heading out to my car, my nerves finally catching up with me now that the adrenaline’s fading.
Me: It’s just dinner, everyone relax
Bri: No ??
Bella: Where is he taking you?
Me: He said he will make a reservation somewhere nice
