“Good night, Violet.”
She nodded again, smiling. “Good night.”
By the time there was feeling in her legs again, Simon was almost out of sight as he walked toward the bed and breakfast. A giggle escaped as she climbed into her car. Her belly tossed and turned, churning with anxiety and anticipation. Like a freaking schoolgirl with a crush.
She made it all the way home before she looked at her phone. She stared at the screen as she made her way into the house. She continued to stare at the screen as she greeted Harry and Hermione, flopping on the couch so they could cuddle and purr.
“Remember the guy I was tellin’ you about?” she asked the cats, not expecting an answer. “I had dinner with him tonight.”
Harry stopped rubbing against her arm as though he knew what she was saying.
“I know. I know. Not a good idea.” She looked at him. “But you should see him. He’s so cute with those pretty eyes and that dimple.”
Hermione meowed.
“And he’snice.”
As soon as the word was out of her mouth, she thought back to the kiss, and her body lit up from the inside. The man knew how to kiss, that was for damn sure.
“I invited him over,” she said, once again looking at the phone. “Because he asked me to. And because I want him to.”
Huffing a sigh, she stabbed the phone, bringing it to life. Rather than text Simon, she called Elana. Surely, her best friend would have advice on how to handle this.
“Did you seriously have dinner with Simon Jennings?” Elana asked in greeting.
Violet laughed. “Wow. That was fast.”
“Yeah, well. April posted on Facebook that she was out to dinner with her fiancé. Holly commented on it. Leif Walker then commented on her comment, stating he was there, too. He posted a pic that he took from across the room, proving it, and loand behold, there you are, sitting at a table with Simon.” There was a hint of hope in her voice. “I thought he was too nice.”
“He is,” she said, though she wasn’t so sure that was a bad thing anymore.
“So why do you sound giddy?”
That’swhat the feeling was. The way her belly twisted in anticipation. The way her chest felt fuller than usual. The way her toes constantly curled and her lips curved into a smile whenever she thought about him. She was giddy.
“He told me to invite him over.”
“Hetoldyou?” Elana sounded excited. “What did you say?”
“I invited him over.”
Elana lowered her voice. “Is he there now?”
Violet laughed. “No, so you don’t have to whisper.”
“Where is he?”
“The B and B.”
“I don’t get it,” Elana huffed. “Give me the punchline.”
“He told me to invite him. I did. He told me he would, but first, he wanted me to think about it. Said to text him if I wanted him to come over.”
“Did you?”
“No. I just got home.”
“And you calledme? Girl, what iswrongwith you? What’re you waitin’ for?”
