Page 78 of My Rules

I glance at my watch. “You’re going to be late.”

“No, I’m not.”

I put my hand over my stomach. “I’m so nervous, I feel sick.”

“Relax, it’s fine.”

“Is it? Because it really doesn’t feel fine.”

“I’ll see you there.”

“Okay.” Then I remember. “Oh, Blake.”

“Yes, Rebecca.” He sighs in exasperation.

“When you get there, can you introduce yourself before I have to?”

“Why is that?”

I screw up my face because I know how lame this sounds. “I don’t remember his first name.”

“Ha ha, classic rookie error. Look at you. You’re nailing this player thing already.”

“Not funny.” I roll my eyes. “Goodbye.”

I see the headlights swing into my driveway, and I take one last look in the mirror.

I’m wearing a cream fitted dress, and my hair is down and curled. I’m rocking a fake tan and high heels, and I haven’t made this much effort in years.

I feel utterly ridiculous.

Knock, knock, knock echoes from downstairs, and I close my eyes in horror.

I’ve changed my mind; I don’t want to go anymore.

You have to.

I slowly make my way downstairs and open the door.

“Hi.” His friendly face smiles.

“Hello.”

“Are you ready to be wined and dined?” He’s wearing jeans and a shirt, and he looks nice.

“Uh-huh.”

He holds his hand up in the air.

Huh?

I frown, and he holds his hand up higher. “High-five it, baby. Hit me.”

I fake a laugh as I give him a high five.

“Touchdown.” He smiles broadly.

What?

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