Chapter 7

“You know,” I said conversationally as we walked to the car. My breath stuttered in my lungs when he casually reached out and took my hand in his. I had to swallow before I could finish my thought. “This is really our third date.”

He shot me a sideways grin. “How do you figure?”

“Breakfast at Pounds and Grounds totally counted.”

“That was a pre-date, Will,” he said, his tone patient. I waited for him to elaborate. He didn’t.

I pouted and he laughed, kissing my bottom lip where it was sticking out before he opened the car door for me. I realized it was important to him and stopped pushing the issue. I was growing to care about him—we’d spent time talking on the phone—and I didn’t want to do anything that would alienate him.