of my dreams, but some other unsavory men did.
I made it into work just before six a.m., and I was happy it was a day Sam was there. The hours passed by so much quicker when we had the same shift. She was no doubt disappointed that I had no story with Cole the night before, but I assured her I would have something to tell her about our date tonight, good or bad.
I mindlessly performed numerous x-rays, took urine samples, and assisted Dr. Nikki in a few minor surgeries. Finally three o’clock rolled around.
“Do you want to head to the beach for a bit?” Sam asked, trying to gauge how I felt about any plans before my date tonight.
“Sure,” I agreed, figuring a little normal downtime would be beneficial. My nerves started to creep up into my throat. I didn’t even know what I was nervous about – other than everything .
Sam drove us back to my place after our shift and we fed the pig and the tortoise, then grabbed our beach bags. She kept one at my house since we typically left from there anyway. It was easier than her carting it to work every day.
While we were lying in the sun, she asked a couple times if I wanted to talk about anything, but I declined. I didn’t want to think about the date before I had to.
Finally a little after five we packed up our stuff and headed back to the condo.
“If you need anything, call me,” Sam said sincerely. “But remember, you promised me you’d give this a chance.”
“Get out of here,” I said with a laugh. “No pep talk. I’ll call you later. Or, since you don’t work tomorrow, I’ll keep you waiting in great suspense until I see you on Friday.”
“You would never be so cruel,” she shouted back as she climbed into her car.
I took a long shower and the warm water rejuvenated me. What was I going to wear tonight? He did drive a motorcycle. Any type of dress or skirt was out if I was going to be straddling him. Geez, a first date and my legs were already going to be wrapped around him. No wonder guys loved motorcycles.
I dried my thick hair and scrunched it up a bit, keeping it simple with my natural wave. I grabbed a hair tie for my wrist, expecting to tie it all up anyway as soon as we got on his bike.
It’s just tacos. I had to remind myself that this was just a simple, casual dinner. Nothing fancy. I put on some tight dark jeans and a cute white blousy shirt. It was a simple outfit, but still very feminine without showing any leg. I wore a high pair of wedge sandals. I loved how tall Cole was. I didn’t have to even consider my flats like I always did with Ian, since he was only two inches taller than me. The sun was about to start its descent behind the mountain tops, which meant the air would cool considerably by the time he picked me up, so the jeans felt like a good choice.
A few minutes before seven, there was a soft knock on my front door. I gave Dexter a quick chin scratch and said goodbye, grabbing my purse and a light sweatshirt as I opened the door.
“Very prompt,” I said with a smile as I made eye contact with him. He was wearing dark jeans and a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway. I was surprised to see him in flip flops. Although I wasn’t sure what I really expected – motorcycle boots? Was that even a thing? What shoes did he have on last night? I hadn’t even noticed.
“Harvey taught me to never make a woman wait. Whoa, we practically match,” he said with a smirk, pointing to my outfit. “Next time we should really coordinate this better.” He spoke so jovially that despite
I made it into work just before six a.m., and I was happy it was a day Sam was there. The hours passed by so much quicker when we had the same shift. She was no doubt disappointed that I had no story with Cole the night before, but I assured her I would have something to tell her about our date tonight, good or bad.
I mindlessly performed numerous x-rays, took urine samples, and assisted Dr. Nikki in a few minor surgeries. Finally three o’clock rolled around.
“Do you want to head to the beach for a bit?” Sam asked, trying to gauge how I felt about any plans before my date tonight.
“Sure,” I agreed, figuring a little normal downtime would be beneficial. My nerves started to creep up into my throat. I didn’t even know what I was nervous about – other than everything .
Sam drove us back to my place after our shift and we fed the pig and the tortoise, then grabbed our beach bags. She kept one at my house since we typically left from there anyway. It was easier than her carting it to work every day.
While we were lying in the sun, she asked a couple times if I wanted to talk about anything, but I declined. I didn’t want to think about the date before I had to.
Finally a little after five we packed up our stuff and headed back to the condo.
“If you need anything, call me,” Sam said sincerely. “But remember, you promised me you’d give this a chance.”
“Get out of here,” I said with a laugh. “No pep talk. I’ll call you later. Or, since you don’t work tomorrow, I’ll keep you waiting in great suspense until I see you on Friday.”
“You would never be so cruel,” she shouted back as she climbed into her car.
I took a long shower and the warm water rejuvenated me. What was I going to wear tonight? He did drive a motorcycle. Any type of dress or skirt was out if I was going to be straddling him. Geez, a first date and my legs were already going to be wrapped around him. No wonder guys loved motorcycles.
I dried my thick hair and scrunched it up a bit, keeping it simple with my natural wave. I grabbed a hair tie for my wrist, expecting to tie it all up anyway as soon as we got on his bike.
It’s just tacos. I had to remind myself that this was just a simple, casual dinner. Nothing fancy. I put on some tight dark jeans and a cute white blousy shirt. It was a simple outfit, but still very feminine without showing any leg. I wore a high pair of wedge sandals. I loved how tall Cole was. I didn’t have to even consider my flats like I always did with Ian, since he was only two inches taller than me. The sun was about to start its descent behind the mountain tops, which meant the air would cool considerably by the time he picked me up, so the jeans felt like a good choice.
A few minutes before seven, there was a soft knock on my front door. I gave Dexter a quick chin scratch and said goodbye, grabbing my purse and a light sweatshirt as I opened the door.
“Very prompt,” I said with a smile as I made eye contact with him. He was wearing dark jeans and a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway. I was surprised to see him in flip flops. Although I wasn’t sure what I really expected – motorcycle boots? Was that even a thing? What shoes did he have on last night? I hadn’t even noticed.
“Harvey taught me to never make a woman wait. Whoa, we practically match,” he said with a smirk, pointing to my outfit. “Next time we should really coordinate this better.” He spoke so jovially that despite
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