Chapter Ten
Rachel
The entire ride home, I gave myself a little pep talk. This was just dinner. I could handle dinner. This was good for me. It was good for me to try to push out of my comfort zone a little. And Remy was safe.
Safe, safe, safe. That word echoed through my mind. I was so busy telling myself I could handle this that I barely noticed the drive home and was almost startled when I realized he was turning down my driveway.
Glancing over, I studied his profile for a moment. His dark blond hair was a little shaggy. It was straight and glossy enough that it didn’t look too messy though. It teased along the back of his neck, tempting me to run my fingers through it. His eyes flicked over to me, and my pulse took off again.
My gaze fell down to where his hand rested on the steer
