The First Date

Joanne's car rolled smoothly through the towering iron gates of the Meyer mansion, the mechanical hum of the gate opening making her wonder—should she get one for her farm too? Maybe even hire security?

Would that be too much?

Her thoughts were cut short as she spotted Charlotte standing on the porch, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her energy practically radiating off her. The moment she saw Joanne's car, the girl skipped the stairs entirely, leaping down in excitement.

A small smile tugged at Joanne's lips.

Charlotte was dressed in her usual—shorts, a T-shirt, and sneakers. Typical firecracker.

"You're here!" Charlotte beamed, bouncing in front of the car.

Joanne raised an amused brow. "Did you think I wasn't going to pick you up?"

Charlotte puffed her cheeks, crossing her arms. "No…" she drawled, then quickly added, "But I didn't think you'd be here this fast."