Beau Wilson
nope, but don’t go in your farm clothes lol
spiff up a little
Jensen Webb
Someone’s going on a DATE
Dalton smiled before typing again.
we’ll see…
thanks guys
Axel Williams
everyone nailed it, no notes
hey, when are we getting together again?
Dalton slid the phone back in his pocket before he got a list of dates and places.
He knew the Barretts wouldn’t mind him having a boys’ night out. But he preferred to stay in and get a solid night’s sleep.
And to catch Ella when she has a few minutes to chat,a little voice whispered in his mind.
Well, it was true. Hedidlike talking with her. If Dove brought back his sense of humor, Ella brought back his soul. He’d felt more at peace in her presence than he had in a long time—maybe ever.
Still gazing at himself in the mirror, he hoped he had something to offer her as well. They had been talking a lot more these last two days, now that they were working on the barn together.
Yesterday, Ella’s mom had gone to her book club so they had started the job on their own. And then today, she said she had some Christmas shopping to do.
If she made another excuse tomorrow, Dalton would have to wonder if she was pushing the two of them together on purpose.
Why would she do that?
Maybe it was just a general feeling that Ella ought to have friends closer to her own age. She seemed to spend every waking hour with her parents and her daughter.
He thought back to the conversation he’d accidentally overheard this morning after forgetting his gloves and ducking back into the mudroom for them.
Ella had been asking her parents if they would mind putting Dove to bed tonight so that she and Dalton couldgrab dinner.
Her mother had fallen all over herself to say yes, and to run down all the fun things they could do with Dove while Ella was out.
“Very nice,” Michael had said simply, his deep voice filled with warmth.
Something about the memory made excitement swirl in his chest as he realized that the conversation hadn’t sounded like parents ready to babysit for a daughter who was going tograb dinnerwith a friend.
It sounded like they knew he had asked her on a date, and they strongly approved.
He still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten up the nerve to ask her to go out with him, and he hoped she didn’t really feel like he’d had her back against the wall.
Though he almost literally had. The hallway was narrow, and she’d been standing so close…
But it did no good to think about that, or about the way her hair smelled. If he wanted the right to think these romantic thoughts, he had to earn it tonight by making sure she had a really nice time.
It was kind of weird to take out a girl who lived in the same house. He headed downstairs to see if she was ready, and wound up hanging out with Dove instead.
