Page 146 of My Rules

But in saying that ... I do think it’s worth the risk.

At least, I hope it is.

Perspiration beads on my top lip, and I reach in and turn on the tap. Time for a second cold shower.

The Uber pulls up outside of Little Italy, and I close my eyes.

This is it.

“Thank you.” I smile.

“Have a good night.” The driver nods.

“You too.” I get out of the car, and with shaky feet, I walk into the restaurant.

It’s dark and moody, and candles flicker on every table. There is someone being checked in in front of me.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump goes my heart.

I look around and see Blake stand and wave. He’s by a table at the back, and he’s wearing my favorite blue jeans.

I nervously make my way over. He stands and watches me as he waits, and ... oh man.

What was I thinking?

“Hello.” I smile.

“Hi.” He leans down and kisses my cheek. The familiar heavenly scent of his aftershave tickles my senses. “You look lovely.” He smiles.

“Thanks.”

He pulls my chair out, and I sit down.

Adrenaline is screaming through my body, and I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous.

He sits down opposite me and smiles softly as his eyes hold mine. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I whisper.

“Are you okay?” he asks, as if sensing my inner turmoil.

“I’m nervous.”

He reaches over and takes my hand in his. “Me too.” He lifts it and kisses my fingertips, and goose bumps scatter up my arms as I stare at him.

“We should drink ... alcohol,” I stammer.

He laughs out loud, and it’s a beautiful, calming sound. “All of it.”

“I actually can’t believe we’re doing this,” I whisper.

“I can.” In slow motion, he lifts my hand and kisses my fingertips again. This time, I feel it all the way to my toes. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

“You have?” I frown.

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