ya.”
“Thank you. My sister dressed me.” I blurted and internally grimaced at my need to over-share.
“She did a bang -up job, din’t she?” He chuckled, then shifted to retrieve the backpack slung over his shoulder. He unzipped it, reached inside and pulled out a package crudely wrapped with pink flowery paper. “I brought ya a little gift.”
“ You didn’t have to do that.” I took the package and motioned for him to come in.
“I know I din’t have t o.” He stated as he stepped into the foyer.
Holy-moly , he smells fantastic.
“I wanted t o.”
I f I was going to blush like this every time he said something nice, there was a good chance my head would explode before the end of the night. To distract myself, I set my gift on Gram’s “purse catchin’ table” and tore it open.
My eyebrows drew in and my smile faltered. “You…uh… got us matching jackets?” They didn’t match exactly . Mine had pink strips. Still, it was the weirdest first date gift ever . “That’s…um…I mean, thanks.”
“Th ar’s a reason for it, I swear. Ya’ll see.” His eyes twinkled at whatever hidden meaning lay behind his words.
I held up the jacket and shrugged. “ I’ll take your incredibly cryptic word for it and just say thank you.”
He gave me an alluring half-grin that made my belly flip-flop. “Ya’re welcome.”
“Ooh, cute jacket!” Kendall gushed, as she sauntered up behind me. Grams accompanied her. Upon seeing Caleb, their welcoming grins became looks of slackjawed astonishment.
“Whoa momma…” Grams muttered under her breath.
“ Ya must be Celeste’s gramma and sis. Nice tah meet ya. I’m Caleb.” With a smile worthy of a toothpaste commercial, he extended his hand first to Grams, then to Kendall. They both blushed and giggled like school girls when he took their hands.
“So, Caleb.” Grams drew one shoulder in and brought her hand up to fiddle with the neckline of her muumuu. “Tell me a little bit about yourself. Where are you from exactly? Your accent is… fascinating .”
“Okay, we need to go.” I grabbed the sleeve of Caleb’s jacket and tugged him toward the door, then scowled at Grams and mouthed, “ Stop flirting with my date.”
Her look and gesture of response clearly said “I can’t help it! Look at him!”
I nodded. She had a point.
The screen door squealed as Caleb opened it. “It was very nice to meet ya both.” Grams and Keni tittered in response. Then, he offered his arm to me. “Shall we?”
My hand slide across the smooth leather of his jacket as I hooked my arm through his. “We shall.”
No sooner had the screen door swung shut behind us than Grams hollered, “Holy crow, Kendall! Did you see that guy?!”
Caleb had to have heard that, I glanced at him to gauge his reaction. Fighting back the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth, he winked at me. I stifled a purr.
My threatening purr died instantaneously when we reached the driveway and Caleb tossed me a helmet. I pressed my lips firmly together, and tried not to freak out. Before me was a symphony of stainless steel and shiny black metal.
“What is that?” I croaked.
Caleb came around behind me to slide my new jacket up my arms. I now realized it was a motorcycle jacket. In my hands I held a motorcycle helmet. Caleb was wearing motorcycle boots. Highly unlikely that he had a Buick parked at the curb.
Crap.
He turned me toward him to zip me up. “Tha’s an Exile Bulldozer with a one-twenty-one Harley Davidson engine. Beauty, aye?”
“Yeah, sure.” I tried to sound nonchalant.
He sauntered over to the bike, threw one of his long legs over it, and pulled on his helmet.
My attempt at nonchalance disappeared as I considered getting on that motorcycle in my dress. “Where’s its roof? Or doors? Or steel-enforced roll-cage to protect my
“Thank you. My sister dressed me.” I blurted and internally grimaced at my need to over-share.
“She did a bang -up job, din’t she?” He chuckled, then shifted to retrieve the backpack slung over his shoulder. He unzipped it, reached inside and pulled out a package crudely wrapped with pink flowery paper. “I brought ya a little gift.”
“ You didn’t have to do that.” I took the package and motioned for him to come in.
“I know I din’t have t o.” He stated as he stepped into the foyer.
Holy-moly , he smells fantastic.
“I wanted t o.”
I f I was going to blush like this every time he said something nice, there was a good chance my head would explode before the end of the night. To distract myself, I set my gift on Gram’s “purse catchin’ table” and tore it open.
My eyebrows drew in and my smile faltered. “You…uh… got us matching jackets?” They didn’t match exactly . Mine had pink strips. Still, it was the weirdest first date gift ever . “That’s…um…I mean, thanks.”
“Th ar’s a reason for it, I swear. Ya’ll see.” His eyes twinkled at whatever hidden meaning lay behind his words.
I held up the jacket and shrugged. “ I’ll take your incredibly cryptic word for it and just say thank you.”
He gave me an alluring half-grin that made my belly flip-flop. “Ya’re welcome.”
“Ooh, cute jacket!” Kendall gushed, as she sauntered up behind me. Grams accompanied her. Upon seeing Caleb, their welcoming grins became looks of slackjawed astonishment.
“Whoa momma…” Grams muttered under her breath.
“ Ya must be Celeste’s gramma and sis. Nice tah meet ya. I’m Caleb.” With a smile worthy of a toothpaste commercial, he extended his hand first to Grams, then to Kendall. They both blushed and giggled like school girls when he took their hands.
“So, Caleb.” Grams drew one shoulder in and brought her hand up to fiddle with the neckline of her muumuu. “Tell me a little bit about yourself. Where are you from exactly? Your accent is… fascinating .”
“Okay, we need to go.” I grabbed the sleeve of Caleb’s jacket and tugged him toward the door, then scowled at Grams and mouthed, “ Stop flirting with my date.”
Her look and gesture of response clearly said “I can’t help it! Look at him!”
I nodded. She had a point.
The screen door squealed as Caleb opened it. “It was very nice to meet ya both.” Grams and Keni tittered in response. Then, he offered his arm to me. “Shall we?”
My hand slide across the smooth leather of his jacket as I hooked my arm through his. “We shall.”
No sooner had the screen door swung shut behind us than Grams hollered, “Holy crow, Kendall! Did you see that guy?!”
Caleb had to have heard that, I glanced at him to gauge his reaction. Fighting back the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth, he winked at me. I stifled a purr.
My threatening purr died instantaneously when we reached the driveway and Caleb tossed me a helmet. I pressed my lips firmly together, and tried not to freak out. Before me was a symphony of stainless steel and shiny black metal.
“What is that?” I croaked.
Caleb came around behind me to slide my new jacket up my arms. I now realized it was a motorcycle jacket. In my hands I held a motorcycle helmet. Caleb was wearing motorcycle boots. Highly unlikely that he had a Buick parked at the curb.
Crap.
He turned me toward him to zip me up. “Tha’s an Exile Bulldozer with a one-twenty-one Harley Davidson engine. Beauty, aye?”
“Yeah, sure.” I tried to sound nonchalant.
He sauntered over to the bike, threw one of his long legs over it, and pulled on his helmet.
My attempt at nonchalance disappeared as I considered getting on that motorcycle in my dress. “Where’s its roof? Or doors? Or steel-enforced roll-cage to protect my
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