“Hard to resist, I know.”
“What movie?”
“You can pick.” His pulse kicked up a notch. “Does that mean you’ll come?”
“I would be happy to go on a date to over there with you,” she said. “First Date of Doom?”
Rob chuckled. “Hopefully not in the burnt-dinner-and-disaster-flick kind of way.”
“No, in an epic way.” She slapped him on the arm. “And I guess it’s not our first date, really. More like our third.”
“Third?” He liked the sound of that. Good things tended to happen on third dates. “How do you figure?”
“You took me to see the waterfall. First kiss and all, so it must have been our first date. And then there was the Blanket Fort of Doom.”
Rob laughed. “That was a date, huh?”
“It didn’t start that way, but there were drinks, snacks, kissing, romantic music and more kissing, so definitely a second date.”
“Granola bars we didn’t eat and water, which isn’t my best work, but therewasmusic and kissing. And technically I invited you personally to the cookout.”
“No.” She shook her head, laughing. “Your motherandyour grandmother were there.”
“So not a date?”
“Definitely not a date.”
“I’m looking forward to our third date, then.”
“Me, too. And I’ll walk with you as far as the bathhouse, I guess.”
Rob always wanted to spend as much time as he could with her, but he realized the critical mistake too late—because they were right in the middle of the campground she just gave him a goodbye wave and they went their separate ways. No goodbye kiss.
There was heat in her eyes before they split, though, and a promise in the smile she gave him.
But in that moment between him saying he had a question for her and then telling her what the question was, Hannah had tensed up. She’d been anticipating a question she didn’t want to hear, and all Rob could come up with as an explanation was that she’d been afraid he’d ask her to define their relationship or ask her about where she saw it going come the end of July.
That was a conversation she clearly didn’t want to have, so if he wanted things to keep on as they were—which he very much did—he was going to have to keep his mouth shut.
On Tuesday evening, Hannah stood on the step of Rob’s house, trying to calm her nerves.
Apparently, she was really doing this. If the butterflies in her stomach and the fact she hadn’t been able to sit still for the last hour weren’t confirmation enough, she’d shaved her legs. That was no easy feat in the tiny camper bathroom.
It was ridiculous to be nervous. Not only had they already had their hands all over each other, but he’d spent the night in her bed. And he’d been almost naked at the time. She would very much like for him to be in a bed with heractuallynaked.
“You know I can see you with my superspy doorbell, right?” His voice came out of the device with a slightly tinny note.
Startled, Hannah pressed her hand to her heart and laughed. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”
“Were you planning to actually ring that doorbell or just come in or...?”
“I was just standing here to test how good your surveillance system is.”
Rob pulled the door open. “It’s not as effective as Stella, but I knew you were out here.”
She looked at the device. “Even if I don’t ring it?”
“I have a confession.” He chuckled. “I actually knew you were out here because I’ve been looking out the window every two minutes for the last hour.”
