“I haven’t?” Sheila thought back to her last two boyfriends—the ones who’d actually met her family, anyway. They were both good, solid contributors to society. One had been a computer guy, doing something techie for car dealerships. The other was a human relations specialist.
“I keep telling you, you need to come to the hospital’s dinners with me. That’s where you’ll meet someone worth your time.”
“Ah.” Someone worth her time equaled doctor. Sheila shook her head. Kelly was so caught up in the prestige of what she did. She wanted the world to see her asDr. Weaver,and keeping that persona was important. “So since I didn’t become a doctor, the next best thing would be to marry one?”
“Exactly.”
“Hmm.” Debating the pros and cons of marrying someone in the medical field could take up half her evening, and she’d rather have some fun with Brock. “It’s an interesting thought, and I’ll give it some attention. Have a good time tonight.”
“Who are—”
“Gotta go. My date’s here. Love you. Bye.” She hung up and let out a giant puff of air. Just as she snagged her shoes from the back of the closet, the doorbell rang. Her heart squealed with excitement, and she dashed to answer the door.
“Hey,” she said, all breathy-like as she took in Brock in his dark jeans and navy tee shirt stretching across his impressive chest. The dark blue shirt made his eyes absolutely pop. His hair was perfectly disheveled, and she was itching to run her fingers through it. Maybe tonight …
A slow, sultry smile spread across Brock’s face. “Hey, yourself.” He glanced over her, his eyes coming right back to her red lips. She’d carefully applied the liner, lipstick, and gloss in hopes that he’d notice. By the gleam in his eye, he noticed.
She stepped back. “Give me just a second …” Holding on to the door for balance, she slipped her shoes on, tied them, and then picked her purse off the small table by the door. “Thanks.”
“You look more like a player tonight than I do.” He motioned to the Redrocks hoodie over her arm.
She flushed. “What can I say? I like red.” She immediately remembered the roses. “Thank you so much for the flowers. They’re beautiful.”
He opened the passenger door to his truck for her, which smelled like new. Had he had it detailed for their date? The thin vacuum lines on the passenger seat confirmed her suspicion. How sweet was that?
“You’re beautiful.” He winked and offered her a hand to help her up. When their skin touched, warmth shot up her arm, like a thousand fireflies blinking on at the same time. He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze before shutting the door and heading around to his side of the truck.
Sheila took the moment to breathe deeply. On the surface, Brock was the perfect gentleman. Handsome. Sweet. Totally hot! Her heart took a protective step back, as if reminding her that they’d been here before. She tended to fall hard and fast. It wasn’t her fault, really; she had what Dad called atender heart.
Once he settled behind the wheel, she asked, “Are we really going to recess?”
He chuckled, the sound deep and inviting. “Yep. I told you we’d have fun.”
She giggled. “Okay, then. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store.”
He steered them onto I-15, and they headed south. “Um, are we going to Vegas?” She glanced down at her outfit.
“Yeah, I made reservations.”
“Are we going to a show?” She silently prayed they weren’t headed for the same show Kelly would be at. That could be so, so bad in so many ways. Her sister didn’t have any qualms about throwing a fit in private or in public. Besides humiliating her and Brock, it would reflect badly on the team. With the precarious situation the Redrocks were in at the moment, bad press might send Harper Wolfe over the edge.
“Is there one you want to see? I had something else in mind.”
She relaxed into the seat. “I’m good with something else.”
“Great.” He reached over and took her hand, stealing her breath away just like that. She glanced down at where their hands rested on the seat. They fit together just right.
“What are you thinking?” he asked. “You have a funny look on your face.”
She closed her eyes tight, tight, tight. “It’s so cheesy.”
“I’m all over cheesy,” he encouraged her.
She laughed. He asked for it. “I was just thinking that I feel like Goldilocks.”
He glanced at her as he negotiated the road. “Goldilocks?”
“Yeah. I’ve held hands with a lot of guys before.”
