“What’s going on, Dugan? What do you want?”
“I think I already found out what I needed to find out.”
“What’s that?”
“That you might go out with me if I put on my emotional brakes, toning down my forwardness.”
“You’re a smart cookie. Back off a little, and I may just have a date with you.”
He dropped his palms from my shoulders. “I get that now. And I’m beginning to understand you better.”
I didn’t have to tell him to leave, sure he understood my position by our shared conversation. Within a matter of seconds, he walked into the foyer and slipped his shoes on.
“You have a nice evening. Maybe we’ll talk soon.”
“Maybe,” I responded rather coldly.
Inside, butterflies twisted and turned within my stomach, and an attraction to the man started. Or maybe I was just hungry and needed to eat. Who knew?Part 3: Dates
21: Unapologetic
May 29, Saturday