Katy made me try on fifteen million different outfits, but a short three hours later I'm ready to open the door for Ridge by seven. The cute little tea length dress with pink roses will freeze my legs off, but considering it makes my boobs perkier than they were in high school, it's worth the risk.
By six thirty when there's been no sign of Ridge, I pace between the living room and kitchen. I quickly peek outside to check his truck is still there, in case I'd gone deaf and missed hearing it drive itself away. The black Ford hasn't moved.
Six fifty-eight rolls around and there's a knock. I count to ten and with practiced fake calm walk to the door with tiny steps. I can't seem like I've been waiting for him.
"Oh my god. Are you okay?" Even in the dim light of the front porch, the dark co
