It takes two weeks before we go on a date, but I’m unexpectedly calm about the delay. I don’t want to rush or f**k things up, so I’m happy to wait until Ronan can find someone to watch Emery. We text and talk all the time and I’ve been invited to family dinner several times. Ronan swears he’ll teach me how to cook—”Anyone who can read can cook!”—and Emery is an expert at roping me into helping her with her homework. It’s like I’m slowly becoming a part of their little family, and even though I haven’t even kissed Ronan yet, I’m strangely unfreaked about it.
That doesn’t mean I’m not happy when our date night finally rolls around. I spent a lot of time fretting over everything. What to wear. Where to take him. Even though he claims he doesn’t need romance, I want it to be special. I also w
