Page 55 of This Time Around
Telling myself all of that, repeatedly, didn’t settle the unease in my stomach.Or maybe it was anticipation.
I pressed my hand to it and glanced out the kitchen window, and saw the man who was currently making me feel like I was either losing my mind or at risk of losing my lunch.
He hopped up the stairs to my patio and my mouth went dry.
Cooper in jeans and a T-shirt was a beautiful sight.Cooper in black boxer briefs was unparalleled.
Cooper dressed in khaki dress pants, sandals on his feet and a pale blue polo shirt that showed off his tan and his muscled arms was something I couldn’t comprehend.
He’d made an effort.He’d made an effort like I had and he went beyond that and held not only a small bouquet of flowers in his hand but a bottle of wine in the other.
This wasn’t just dinner.
It was a date.A real-life date.
I was definitely going to throw up.