“It is,” I agreed.
“You have to put it on,” she said.
“Oh, I’m all sweaty,” I said.
“Guys, go finish putting away the groceries,” Becca said.
The kids ran out of the room.
Becca looked at me. “So?”
“What?”
“He sent you a dress and he’s picking you up. What does that mean?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.”
“Well, you’re about to.” She grinned.
“I don’t know if I should go,” I said. “It’s only going to complicate things.”
“It’s dinner,” Becca said. “He sent you a beautiful dress. When has anyone ever sent you a dress? An expensive dress at that.”
“Never.”
“Exactly. If I had your cute little body, I would definitely wear it.”
I laughed. “Fine. But I’m not putting that on until I shower and get cleaned up.”
She started laughing and shook her head. “You two cannot quit each other. You realize that, right?”
“And I’m going to get a big, fat broken heart when he goes back to Texas.”
“Don’t think about that,” she said. “You don’t know what’s going to happen. What if he stays? He is opening a business here.”
“Which is exactly why this is a bad idea.”
“Nothing is a bad idea when that dress is involved,” she said as she walked out of my room.
A few hours later, I was getting dressed. River was sitting on my bed chattering away about the princess in the book she was reading. I did my hair, leaving it loose around my shoulders. I was used to wearing bikinis so the open back didn’t bother me a bit. I never wore dresses. Ever. But I felt good. I felt feminine and pretty.
“You look like a beach princess,” River declared.
I laughed and spun around. “If only I had a tiara.”
CHAPTER 22
COLT
Istood in front of the bathroom mirror and adjusted my collar. I’d been dressing myself for more than thirty years but I was suddenly worried I was doing it wrong.
“The collar is fine,” Cody said.
“Go away.”
“What’s the problem, Colt?” He tilted his head. “Is the great Colt Anderson nervous about a date?”
I turned away from the mirror and reached for my Rolex on the counter. The watch was simple. Nothing flashy. She wasn’t going to be impressed by flashy and I didn’t want to try. I wanted her to see me. Just me.
