I needed to see what happened. But I also had to accept the fact
that if I was going to date Tabor, it meant the end to my privacy.
“Let me know how it
goes,” Viola said before hanging up the phone.
I knew Vi had no doubts
that I was going to give it a shot with Tabor. But I still needed to convince
myself to take a chance. I wished I had the faith in me that my friends seemed
to have.
C h a p t e r 10
D A N I
The better part of my
morning was spent trying to find the outfit that said I’m interested, but not trying too hard. In the end, I opted for a
pair of shorts and a fitted button-down shirt with my Converse. I pulled my
hair into a simple ponytail and decided to forego the makeup since the rest of
my day would be spent in the gym sorting through equipment.
It was supposed to be a
beautiful day, and despite my nerves I was ready to spend it with Tabor.
He’d surprised me when
he mentioned his foundation and the donation. I wasn’t sure what that would
consist of, but I would gladly take just about anything. The kids needed this
program to survive, and I wanted that for them.
After my conversation
with Will and Viola, I had spent an hour writing up a list of the pros and cons
of dating JT Hunter. When it was completed, I stared at the list, and the good
far outweighed the bad, but I was still apprehensive.
The smell of coffee
filled the condo and I poured another cup. I’d made more than usual, in case
Tabor wanted some. I was both nervous and excited to see him again and hoped
that he didn’t mistake my apprehension for disinterest.
I startled when I heard
the knock at my door, and checked myself in the hall mirror to make sure I
looked okay. As I opened the door, he stood in front of me in a pair of beige
cargo shorts and a light blue T-shirt that showed every muscle in his chest. He
was grinning as he looked me up and down.
“Good morning,” I said,
stepping aside. He looked so much more handsome in person than the few pictures
I’d seen online. He didn’t look comfortable in the spotlight, but with me, he
seemed himself. Or what I figured was the real him.
He walked inside and I
closed the door behind him, but when I turned he was standing a short distance
away from me. I cocked my head to the side and waited for him to say something,
but when he didn’t I spoke up.
“Did you have a good
night?” I grinned.
He nodded, but still
hadn’t spoken a word.
“How ‘bout some coffee
before we go?”
He nodded again, his
eyes glued to mine and a sweet smile playing on his lips. I wanted to know what
he was thinking—hell, I wanted him to speak. His deep voice made my
stomach flip and twist in ways I didn’t know were possible. I started to move
past him and bring him into the kitchen when his hand reached for mine. He
leaned against the wall, making it evident the conversation was going to be had
then and there.
I looked at our hands and
then back at him and said nothing, figuring it was his turn to feel awkward.
I’m not sure how long we stood like that—it could have been seconds or
minutes before he spoke.
“I did some thinking of
my own last night,” he said.
I swallowed hard,
fighting to not break the eye contact we were engaged in. I was afraid I would
be lost forever, but being lost in him might not have been so bad. “And?”
“The fact that you’re
intimidated by the spotlight makes me like you even more. And if you want to
see what’s happening here without everyone knowing, then that’s what I want
too.”
“You mean, like our own
little secret?” I asked, intrigued by the offer.
“Yeah,” he answered as
his fingers threaded with mine. He tugged gently so I stepped toward him,
forcing me to tip my head further back to look at him.
“People already saw us
together last night,” I said, barely audible.
“And you’ve already
talked about me to your friend,” he said.
“Friends—plural,”
I responded.
His brows pinched
together and he
that if I was going to date Tabor, it meant the end to my privacy.
“Let me know how it
goes,” Viola said before hanging up the phone.
I knew Vi had no doubts
that I was going to give it a shot with Tabor. But I still needed to convince
myself to take a chance. I wished I had the faith in me that my friends seemed
to have.
C h a p t e r 10
D A N I
The better part of my
morning was spent trying to find the outfit that said I’m interested, but not trying too hard. In the end, I opted for a
pair of shorts and a fitted button-down shirt with my Converse. I pulled my
hair into a simple ponytail and decided to forego the makeup since the rest of
my day would be spent in the gym sorting through equipment.
It was supposed to be a
beautiful day, and despite my nerves I was ready to spend it with Tabor.
He’d surprised me when
he mentioned his foundation and the donation. I wasn’t sure what that would
consist of, but I would gladly take just about anything. The kids needed this
program to survive, and I wanted that for them.
After my conversation
with Will and Viola, I had spent an hour writing up a list of the pros and cons
of dating JT Hunter. When it was completed, I stared at the list, and the good
far outweighed the bad, but I was still apprehensive.
The smell of coffee
filled the condo and I poured another cup. I’d made more than usual, in case
Tabor wanted some. I was both nervous and excited to see him again and hoped
that he didn’t mistake my apprehension for disinterest.
I startled when I heard
the knock at my door, and checked myself in the hall mirror to make sure I
looked okay. As I opened the door, he stood in front of me in a pair of beige
cargo shorts and a light blue T-shirt that showed every muscle in his chest. He
was grinning as he looked me up and down.
“Good morning,” I said,
stepping aside. He looked so much more handsome in person than the few pictures
I’d seen online. He didn’t look comfortable in the spotlight, but with me, he
seemed himself. Or what I figured was the real him.
He walked inside and I
closed the door behind him, but when I turned he was standing a short distance
away from me. I cocked my head to the side and waited for him to say something,
but when he didn’t I spoke up.
“Did you have a good
night?” I grinned.
He nodded, but still
hadn’t spoken a word.
“How ‘bout some coffee
before we go?”
He nodded again, his
eyes glued to mine and a sweet smile playing on his lips. I wanted to know what
he was thinking—hell, I wanted him to speak. His deep voice made my
stomach flip and twist in ways I didn’t know were possible. I started to move
past him and bring him into the kitchen when his hand reached for mine. He
leaned against the wall, making it evident the conversation was going to be had
then and there.
I looked at our hands and
then back at him and said nothing, figuring it was his turn to feel awkward.
I’m not sure how long we stood like that—it could have been seconds or
minutes before he spoke.
“I did some thinking of
my own last night,” he said.
I swallowed hard,
fighting to not break the eye contact we were engaged in. I was afraid I would
be lost forever, but being lost in him might not have been so bad. “And?”
“The fact that you’re
intimidated by the spotlight makes me like you even more. And if you want to
see what’s happening here without everyone knowing, then that’s what I want
too.”
“You mean, like our own
little secret?” I asked, intrigued by the offer.
“Yeah,” he answered as
his fingers threaded with mine. He tugged gently so I stepped toward him,
forcing me to tip my head further back to look at him.
“People already saw us
together last night,” I said, barely audible.
“And you’ve already
talked about me to your friend,” he said.
“Friends—plural,”
I responded.
His brows pinched
together and he
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