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Colt pulled up to Rose’s house and got out, unsure what to expect. He’d gone home for a couple of hours, all the time wondering what Rose’s intentions were.
Did she think they were friends? Two friends, just having a beer after a long day. Or was this more like a date?
Did she expect her drinks to be paid for?
In the end, he’d decided to offer to pay once, see how his proposal went over. If she spurned the idea, it wasn’t a date.
But he did shower before he changed, just in case it was a date.
Rose appeared at her doorway, then came out to the gate. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he said, trying really hard not to look her up and down, and failing. She wore a light blue sundress and cowboy boots, her hair combed into a loose side braid.
“You look nice,” he said carefully.
“Um, thanks,” she said
