“You want to go on a date with me, Charles?” I said, trying to play it cool as my heart raced at his words.
We spent so much time together. Usually, it was the three of us, which I loved.
When we actually got time alone, we were all over each other and trying to sneak in a quickie.
“I want to go on a date with you, Firefly.”
“Okay.” I sucked in a breath. “Let’s go eat lunch.”
I grabbed my purse and moved toward him. He held out a hand and intertwined his fingers with mine.
“You’re really pulling out all the stops.” I chuckled. “You know I’m a sure thing, right?”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to hold your hand,” he said.
Blakely’s eyes widened when we came around the corner just as Montana walked through the door, and she beamed at us.
“Where are you off to?” she asked.
“I’m going to lunch.” I tucked my teeth between my lips.
“I’ll bet you are.” A mischievous smile spread across her face. “Have fun, you two.”
Charlie opened the passenger-side door of his truck, and I slipped in. The man was always a gentleman, even when he was annoyed with me. But today he seemed a little nervous. Like he had a secret.
“We aren’t going to the Moose Brew?” I asked as he turned in the opposite direction.
“Nope.”
“Charles, are you taking me to your house for a little afternoon delight?” I asked, wondering if he’d just used the lunch date as a way of getting me out of the office. Though he knew me well enough to know that I’d have sneaked home with him without hesitation.
“Are you always this impatient?” he asked over a chuckle. “Actually, I already know the answer to that. You’re the most impatient woman I know.”
“Yet, you can’t seem to stay away from me,” I teased.
“Guilty as charged.” He pulled into the driveway at my house.
There were no work trucks there, which was a first.
“Where is everyone?” I asked.
“We wrapped up a day early. I wanted to bring you here to show you.”
It was sweet.
Thoughtful.
My heart thumped rapidly in my chest.
Threatening to explode.
I wasn’t used to surprises, but Charlie Huxley was feeling like one big surprise lately. He’d convinced me to stay away from the house this week, as he didn’t want me to see things until they were done.
We both made our way up the walkway, and I stopped him at the door. “Why do you seem nervous? Did you not hang the new light fixture in the laundry room that I left in there?”
“You mean the one you changed for the third time?” One side of his mouth turned up in a crooked smile.
“Yep. That’s the one.”
