He’s tall and built in the way that comes standard with most shifters. He’s got blond hair and really nice blue eyes.
Back in the day, I would have noticed the second he walked into the hospital.
I need to get back on track.
“How are you doing today?” he asks.
“I’m good. Remind me of your name? I’m sorry, it’s slipped my mind.”
He taps the badge on his chest. “It’s Malachite.”
“Good to meet you.”
“Actually, we already met. We?—”
“What are you doing on Saturday night, Malachite?”
Just do it, already!
His eyebrows go up. “Nothing. I mean, I could move a few things around, and I could be available.”
I smile. He’s sweet. It’s a shame I’m not looking.
Scratch that. Iamlooking. I need to be looking. That’s the whole point.
“Do you want to come to a wedding with me?”
“A date?” He lifts his brows again, higher this time.
“Yep. Do you think you’d be able to move those things around in time?”
“I think so.” He smiles wider.
“Do you own a suit?”
He glances down at himself. He’s wearing one right now; it’s dark gray and fitted, with a tie to match.
I laugh. “Right.”
He smiles properly then, and yeah, he really is cute. “I have a few, actually. I have a tux too, if you’d prefer.”
“A suit’s great. A tux might be overkill.”
“We wouldn’t want that.” He shakes his head. “I’m glad you finally noticed me looking at you. You’re very pretty, Carla.”
I smile, because what else am I supposed to do? “Thanks.”
“And you’re nice.”
Crap. I think he actually likes me.
“This would just be a date, Malachite. I can’t promise anything beyond that.”
“What, like a second date, or that you’d let me take you home after this one?”
“Either of those things.” I widen my eyes at him. “I want to be upfront about it.”
“Noted.” A pause, and then a slow grin spreads across his face. “But you should know I’ll be vying for both.”
