I’ll hold you to that, Navy SEAL.
My mouth curves.
You should.
I set the phone down, a smile slowly forming on my lips.
THREE
KATHRYN
I don’t like not knowing things.
So naturally, when Douglas tells me to“just be ready at seven”and then refuses to give me a single additional piece of information…
I spiral. But only a little.
“You’re enjoying this,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him from the passenger seat.
He doesn’t even look over. Just keeps his gaze on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You do,” I insist. “You absolutely do. This whole—” I gesture vaguely between us “—mysterious man, secret plan, ‘I’ll text you the details’ thing?”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
“That’s not the point.”
“It is a little bit the point.”
I cross my arms. “You could have at least given me a hint.”
“I did.”
“You said, and I quote, ‘wear something you’re comfortable in.’ That could mean literally anything.”
“It narrowed it down.”
“To what? Every outfit I own?”
He finally glances over, a hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. “You look good.”
“Flattery will not distract me,” I say, even though it absolutely just did.
“Wasn’t trying to distract you.”
“Then what were you trying to do?”
“Tell the truth.”
My stomach does that annoying little flip again.
I hate that. I really, really hate that I can melt so easily around this guy.
“Okay,” I say. “Fine. If you won’t tell me where we’re going, at least give me a clue.”
“No.”
