caught it, I set to work on the lock, hoping to get in first to make a quick sweep.
“Sounds good.” He set the baskets down on the couch and pulled mine off the top. “Want to just meet me in the lobby around quarter ‘til nine?”
“That’s fine,” I said as he loaded the basket into my arms. “Thanks again.”
“Don’t worry about it.” The corners of his lips lifted, and I felt a little lighter. “I guess I’ll see you then.”
I watched as he grabbed his own basket and shifted it to open the door. “Y-Yeah, okay. See ya.” I couldn’t help but smile back as he gave me a quick, departing nod and disappeared into the hallway.
He never had any intention of using the neo-chivalry bit to wedge himself into my room. That, alone, could’ve separated him from half of the male population at Wilcox. Now he was taking me to church? I gave the door a shove and finagled my way inside. That man definitely kept me on my toes.
And I was starting to like it.
Chapter Thirteen
By the time Sunday morning rolled around, I’d already talked myself out of a dress. It was just a small chapel outside of campus. Would they really get that bent out of shape over something as stupid as dress code?
Maybe.
I didn’t care, though. After much deliberation, I’d paired my dark, silk blouse with an ash gray skirt, and a pair of black tights. If that wasn’t conservative, I didn’t know what was. Now who’s rockin’ the winter tights, Cafeteria Girl? I grinned.
As soon as the elevator arrived on the ground floor, I headed straight for the lobby. For whatever reason, I couldn’t stand the thought of Wallace having to wait for me. He’d probably be scorned for dragging in a heathen as it was. I wasn’t going to add tardiness to his charges.
“Wow.”
I recognized his voice before I spotted him leaning against the wall, one leg bent in a casual stance, looking handsome as ever. I flicked a glance over my shoulder, trying to find the source of his praise. “What?”
“You…” He pushed off the wall and turned his head, carefully avoiding my eyes. “You look good. Not that you don’t always…look good. You look great.” He forged ahead, pushing the door open. “We should go.”
My heart gave a squeeze as I slipped past him. That was a compliment, wasn’t it? “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he muttered, shoving his hands down into his pockets as we made for the parking lot. The sun was bright against the snow, and I immediately missed my sunglasses. Thankfully, the one thing I’d gotten right had been my choice of footwear. From the knees down, I was all snug and warm in my gray boots. No heel.
He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and strode ahead to a black, salt-covered Ford F-150. “Sorry, I should’ve had it warming up.” He unlocked the passenger door and held it open, offering me a hand up. “I guess I’m not used to having someone with me.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” I reached up to get a good grip and grasped his hand. The contact, though brief, burned amid the icy temperatures, and I struggled to find the foothold before he hoisted me into the cabin. “Th-Thanks.”
He nodded, checking again to make sure I was clear before he shut the door.
I buckled my seatbelt while he walked around the truck. The seat’s chill was already starting to seep through my skirt, but it didn’t matter. With us being on our way to church, it was probably best to ice downstairs anyway.
He climbed inside. “Ready?”
“Mhmm,” I managed, watching as he fastened his own seatbelt. vzyl
A low buzz pulsed from his pocket, and he pulled his phone out just enough to see the caller ID. “Ugh.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” he muttered, cramming it back down in his pocket. “It wasn’t anyone important.”
The chapel was at least three minutes away and I had, at best, two minutes of small talk prepared. I ran my palms down the front of my skirt as the truck rumbled to life. What else
“Sounds good.” He set the baskets down on the couch and pulled mine off the top. “Want to just meet me in the lobby around quarter ‘til nine?”
“That’s fine,” I said as he loaded the basket into my arms. “Thanks again.”
“Don’t worry about it.” The corners of his lips lifted, and I felt a little lighter. “I guess I’ll see you then.”
I watched as he grabbed his own basket and shifted it to open the door. “Y-Yeah, okay. See ya.” I couldn’t help but smile back as he gave me a quick, departing nod and disappeared into the hallway.
He never had any intention of using the neo-chivalry bit to wedge himself into my room. That, alone, could’ve separated him from half of the male population at Wilcox. Now he was taking me to church? I gave the door a shove and finagled my way inside. That man definitely kept me on my toes.
And I was starting to like it.
Chapter Thirteen
By the time Sunday morning rolled around, I’d already talked myself out of a dress. It was just a small chapel outside of campus. Would they really get that bent out of shape over something as stupid as dress code?
Maybe.
I didn’t care, though. After much deliberation, I’d paired my dark, silk blouse with an ash gray skirt, and a pair of black tights. If that wasn’t conservative, I didn’t know what was. Now who’s rockin’ the winter tights, Cafeteria Girl? I grinned.
As soon as the elevator arrived on the ground floor, I headed straight for the lobby. For whatever reason, I couldn’t stand the thought of Wallace having to wait for me. He’d probably be scorned for dragging in a heathen as it was. I wasn’t going to add tardiness to his charges.
“Wow.”
I recognized his voice before I spotted him leaning against the wall, one leg bent in a casual stance, looking handsome as ever. I flicked a glance over my shoulder, trying to find the source of his praise. “What?”
“You…” He pushed off the wall and turned his head, carefully avoiding my eyes. “You look good. Not that you don’t always…look good. You look great.” He forged ahead, pushing the door open. “We should go.”
My heart gave a squeeze as I slipped past him. That was a compliment, wasn’t it? “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he muttered, shoving his hands down into his pockets as we made for the parking lot. The sun was bright against the snow, and I immediately missed my sunglasses. Thankfully, the one thing I’d gotten right had been my choice of footwear. From the knees down, I was all snug and warm in my gray boots. No heel.
He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and strode ahead to a black, salt-covered Ford F-150. “Sorry, I should’ve had it warming up.” He unlocked the passenger door and held it open, offering me a hand up. “I guess I’m not used to having someone with me.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” I reached up to get a good grip and grasped his hand. The contact, though brief, burned amid the icy temperatures, and I struggled to find the foothold before he hoisted me into the cabin. “Th-Thanks.”
He nodded, checking again to make sure I was clear before he shut the door.
I buckled my seatbelt while he walked around the truck. The seat’s chill was already starting to seep through my skirt, but it didn’t matter. With us being on our way to church, it was probably best to ice downstairs anyway.
He climbed inside. “Ready?”
“Mhmm,” I managed, watching as he fastened his own seatbelt. vzyl
A low buzz pulsed from his pocket, and he pulled his phone out just enough to see the caller ID. “Ugh.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” he muttered, cramming it back down in his pocket. “It wasn’t anyone important.”
The chapel was at least three minutes away and I had, at best, two minutes of small talk prepared. I ran my palms down the front of my skirt as the truck rumbled to life. What else
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