"Good thing I'm ready to go out."
"See you soon." He says, and we hang up.
Glancing at the clock, I can see that the chances are Jason hasn't even left his house yet, so I shoot him off a quick text, saying some family came into town unannounced, and I'd like to reschedule.
Then, I take a deep breath to steady my nerves and call Becca.
"You are not changing that dress. You look killer in it."
"That’s not it. Don't get mad, but I’m going to reschedule the date."
"Kaylee! What? No! Come on, you need to get out there. Plus, you look gorgeous, and I swear this guy is a good one. He likes curvy girls, and he's hot. Don't do this," she pleads.
"Garrett just called. He's in town, and we are going out to dinner," I tell her.
She laughs, but I can hear the sarcasm in it.
"Of course, he is. Didn't you tell him about this date on Monday?"
"I think I did, but he said it was a good idea, just like you did."
"Right. Well, let me know how dinner is, and I'm going to hold you to rescheduling with Jason."
"I promise," I say, just as there’s a knock on my door. "He's here. I have to go."
We hang up, and I walk through my small apartment to the door, checking the peephole before opening, because he will be making sure I do.
When I open the door to the sight of Garrett, my heart starts to race, like it always does. Wranglers that hug him just right, and his strong muscular body brings a flush to my face. He’s in his dressier boots, the kind he wears to town or to meetings, and not the ones he wears to work on the ranch. And his outfit wouldn’t be complete without a nice shirt and a cowboy hat in his hand.
Looking at him, I can’t help but think, yeah, tonight is going to be better than any blind date.
Garrett
I take a deep breath, before knocking on Kaylee's door. When I see her, it's always the same. Yeah, it’s the same feeling I got, when I kissed her for the first time, or when I saw her naked for the first time, and when I made the vow to her one night, that I still plan to uphold.
Every time I see her, it’s like a field of butterflies are in my stomach, and the breath gets knocked out of me. Kaylee's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and even more so since she went to college and has developed those stunning curves. The curves I'd do anything to get my hands on.
So, as much as I try to prepare myself, it never quite works. When I knock on the door, and she answers in a blue dress that sets off her baby blue eyes and hugs every curve, I know I still don't have it together. I was prepared for her to be in jeans and a cute top, but not this sexy dress.
Thankfully, I have a moment to get myself together, as she checks me out, too. I just hope she doesn't notice I've taken my hat off and am holding it in front of me to hide how hard she makes me. That has been a challenge to hide from her for years.
"You were going to go on a date wearing that?" I ask her with a smirk.
"Yes. Why? What’s wrong with it?" She looks down at the dress.
"You are asking for trouble, baby girl. That dress gives a man ideas you might not be ready for." I know I'm talking about myself, but she assumes I'm talking about her date, and I just go with that. No point in stirring up that hornet’s nest.
"Well, Becca picked it out, and I love it, so it's what I'm wearing." Looking at me, she holds her head up a bit higher. She's always been a stubborn one, and it's one of her best qualities in my opinion.
"You ready to go?" I ask her.
She grabs her purse and locks the door behind her. "Yep, let's go."
I place my hand on the small of her back just for a bit of a connection. Then, I lead her to the elevator and down to my truck, where I open the door and help her in. Though she always assumes I do this to be a gentleman, but my motive behind it is so that I can touch and get my hands on her, even for a brief moment. Plus, the view of her ass is not only spectacular but a perk.
Taking her to our favorite BBQ restaurant downtown, we get a table and sit in the back. We spend the night talking and catching up. Even though we have been friends, since we were kids, now we have jobs, bills to pay, and adult responsibilities, and are only able to grab dinner together like this one or twice a month, if we’re lucky.
I miss being with her. Though we talk every day on the phone and text, it’s not the same as seeing her in person. It’s just different. As we finish up, and the waitress brings the check, she tries to pay for her half. We go through this every time.