“Perfect. Do you need me to bring anything?” I mentally went over what was in my pantry. Not much. If he said yes, then I was going to need to swing by the grocery store.
“Nope, just you. Any allergies I need to worry about?”
Parker’s thoughtfulness knew no bounds. I smiled even though he couldn’t see me. “Nope, and I’m not picky.”
“Okay. Sounds good. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Yup. See you tonight.” I hung up the phone and took a deep breath. I would’ve dropped my head against the headrest and closed my eyes, but considering I was driving, I figured that was a good way to cause an accident.
Panic started to set in.
Holy shit! I was having dinner with Parker.
What the hell was I going to wear?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
PARKER
Breaded chicken cutlets? Check.
Baby smashed potatoes? Check.
Maple-glazed green beans? Check.
Red and white wine? Check and check.
Does she even like wine? Probably something I should know,but I’ll make sure to find out.
Table set? Check.
Sanity? Not even close but I can fake it.
Nerves? Abso-fucking-lutely.
This dinner was going to send me over the edge. It wasn’t just the nerves. It was the fear that Molly was going to come over and change her mind about us. I couldn’t let that happen.
The more time I spent getting used to the idea of marriage, the more I realized I wanted this to work. The connection we’d forged in that bar in Vegas wasn’t like anything I had ever felt before.
For the third time tonight, I considered adding candles to the table. I nixed the idea for the same reason I did the first twotimes. I didn't want it to look like I was trying too hard even if that was what I was doing.
I was a basket case, and there was no one here to talk me off the ledge. I considered calling Rhett, but the opportunity was taken from me when the sound of the doorbell ringing echoed throughout my home.
Here went nothing.
I took one more deep breath and moved across the open floor layout to the front door. Instinct kicked in, and I checked the security panel before opening the door.
It was almost like I took a round in the vest. Yes, I knew exactly what that felt like, but that was a story for another time.
Air escaped my lungs, and I physically had to take a step back before I fell on my ass.
Molly stood in front of me on the porch in a little black dress that fell midthigh. Black spiked heels and red lips that called to me. She was a siren if I ever saw one.
"Are you going to invite me in or continue to stand there like a guppy fish?"
Was that what I looked like?
Probably. I needed to pick my jaw up off the floor and stop raking my eyes up and down her body.
