Chapter 104: Abby

The doorbell rang, and she hurried over to answer it, smoothing at her dress as she went. She'd spent a lot of time curling her hair and putting on makeup, and was even wearing a dress, which she never did. But a date with Wyatt? Totally worth it.

She opened the door and her heart leapt into her throat. There was Wyatt, holding the most gorgeous bouquet of roses, daisies, and carnations that she'd ever seen. But more than the riot of color in his hands was him.

Handsome him.

Drop-dead gorgeous him.

She stared at him, the door open and letting arctic air into the house, but not giving a damn. Her eyes slowly swept from the brim of his stetson, down over his broad shoulders encased in a thick winter jacket, down to his Wranglers and boots. He'd shaved, and all she wanted to do was explore those cheekbones to see if his skin was as silky smooth as it looked.