Page 62 of His Curvy Distraction

I was hoping to have time to dissect the day without having to talk to anyone about it. We crossed a line. A line I wanted to cross, but it changed everything. And I needed time to process that. Time I didn’t have before Daisy was going to want details that I wasn’t sure about sharing.

But it was Daisy. If I could tell anyone, it was her.

“I’m okay. I got caught in the rain.”

“How are you not frozen?”

“We sat in the car.”

“We? Who’s we?”

“Omar came?—”

Daisy punched her fist into the air. “Yes! Hell, yes. Tell me everything. What happened? Why was he there? Did you share body heat?”

“You are such a child,” I teased her.

She nodded solemnly. “Yes, yes, I am. That’s why I own a toy store. Trying to recapture the youth I never got.”

I smiled, knowing it wasn’t just what she said. She meant it. And I hated it for her, but she would never let anyone show her pity. “And every kid in town is going to have a better childhood because of you.”

“I sure hope so. Now quit stalling and tell me about your day.”

I let my breath out in a rush and told her about Omar showing up at the campground and finding me digging up connections. She swooned when I told her he grabbed my hand and refused to let go as we ran back to the parking lot. And when I shared our kissing and conversation, she sighed happily.

“I’m so happy for you,” she said when I was finished with my story.

“Thank you. I know there’s a lot between now and wherever, but we agreed we liked talking on Book Boyfriends Wanted. We got to know each other, and that connection is still there.”

“I tried to tell you that.”

I nodded. “I know, but I wasn’t ready to hear it. Especially when I was so sure he hated me for walking out.”

“But he doesn’t?”

I shook my head and smiled. “No, he doesn’t.”

“Well, good. I’m really happy for you. He is a lucky man.”

I snorted. “Uh huh.”

Daisy shook her head. “You, my friend, are amazing. I wish you could see that, but I’m really happy Omar does. Because you deserve someone who sees all the things that make you special.”

“Thank you. You know I feel the same about you.”

Daisy cocked her hip. “You better. Because I’m awesome, too.”

I laughed, the sound fading. “I’m nervous.”

“Of course you are. Dating isn’t easy. But it seems from all those other people who’ve found their perfect one that it’s worth it when you get to that point.”

“Do you think you’ll ever find that one?” I asked her.

She exhaled through her nose. “I sure hope so.”

“Me, too.”

“Go shower. You have to be freezing, and I know you’re dirty. I’ll fix dinner and we can watch something.”

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