I rush to the door and open it, but there’s no one there. The stupid smile on my face grows wider when I reread it.
Then, that smile disappears when I see the clock.
Shit. I have less than an hour.
I don’t have a lot of options for clothing, and I have no idea where we’re going. Could be another horse ride, camping—hell, I have no idea.
I grab my jeans, a one-shoulder shirt, and a cardigan, laying them out.
It’s cute. It’s workable. It has layers.
That’s the best I can do.
Next, I head into the bathroom, pulling my hair out of the bun I tossed it in, and run a straightener through, getting any bumps out. Then I do the best makeup I can before I’m getting dressed and rushing out the door.
“Killian?” I call out his name, but he doesn’t answer.
I check my phone to see if he called…but no, he didn’t.
I walk into the kitchen, expecting to see him there, only to find it empty.
“Killian?” I call out again as I walk into his office.
I glance at my watch, which shows it’s seven, which is when he said to meet him.
There’s no movement outside on the back deck.
So weird.
As I make my way back toward the front of the house, the doorbell rings.
Uhh, how the hell did anyone get through the gate?
Since I have no idea where Killian is, I might as well open it.
When I pull it back, my eyes widen because there, in a pair of olive-green dress pants, ivory polo, and cream-colored cowboy hat, stands Killian. He fills out every inch of that shirt, the sleeves looking like they could tear right off if he flexes his muscles. His green eyes are soft, as he removes his hat and then from behind his back, he produces a bouquet of flowers, extending them to me.
“These are for you.”
I smile, butterflies taking flight in my belly. “What is this?” I ask as I take the peonies that are so beautiful.
“Flowers.”
“I know that,” I say with a laugh. “You’re on the wrong side of your door.”
He puts that sexy hat back on his head. “I believe it’s customary for the man to ring the doorbell of his date.”
A date? He’s taking me on a date.
My first date.
My throat goes dry, and not just because he looks incredible, but because this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done. Killian is giving me a moment that I so wanted to share with him.
Dear God, this man is going to wreck me in every way.
“We’re going on a date?” I ask, even though he basically told me that.
“We are.”
