The nerves have calmed in one sense. Still, my heart is racing in anticipation. I feel kind of giddy—that’s how excited I am now to do this.
It’s also why I know I’m doing the absolute right thing.
So let’s do it, girl!
That’s what Claire would say.
Who would’ve ever dreamed she’d be Team Lennox?
That one still makes me laugh.
My, how things have changed.
Okay, enough with the stalling.
I tentatively begin to open my car door and immediately get hit by the rain.
It’s pretty much coming into the car, even with the door slightly ajar, so I need to be quick.
I just go for it—jumping out, slamming the door shut, and sprinting up to the front door. All while being pelted by rain.
By the time I reach the doorstep, I. Am. Soaked.
Thank God for the little bit of cover from the overhang. It’s a slight reprieve from the downpour, giving me a chance to slickback my wet hair and run a hand down my face. I also wring out the bottom half of my dress.
Hey, it’s the best I can do under the circumstances.
I may look like a drowned rat, but it just is what it is.
Releasing one long breath, I finally press the doorbell.
A few seconds pass, then a couple more.
I’m so anxious that it feels longer than what I’m sure it is.
At last, the door swings open.
Lennox is standing here, in front of me, looking hot as hell in faded jeans and a tight navy-blue tee.
God, I’ve missed him.
I just stare at him, taking in every beautiful facial feature, wondering why I asked for time.
What was I thinking?
Clearing his throat, he breaks me from my trance. “Madison, babe,” he says gently, “you’re soaked. Are you okay?” I nod, and he adds, “Get in here. Let’s get some towels.”
He moves aside, and I step in.
As I stand dripping just inside the entry area, he leaves to, I assume, grab towels for me to dry off.
He hasn’t yet asked me why I’m here.
Even better, he’s not turning me away.
I guess he really meant what he said in his text.
When Lennox returns with the towels, he hands me a big, fluffy white one while holding on to a blue one.
