The sound of car door slamming jogged me from my thoughts, and I gulped.
Damn my nerves.
I glanced at myself in the hall mirror. Getting dressed up wasn’t something I did very much anymore. Well, not that I ever really did.
I was a sweats and t-shirts kind of girl.
But it was the end of summer, and the nights were comfortably cool. Just perfect for a long dress.
Plus, this was a date.
A first date, and out of practice or not, I still remembered those.
After my nails and wax appointments, I’d given myself a deep conditioning treatment to try to tame the dark, usually frizzy curls that just touched my shoulders.
I hardly ever just let my hair down anymore, what with baking and everything, it was easier to torture it into a bun at my nape. So me doing this was kind of special.
Leaving it down felt nice, even though I discovered more than a couple of grays sprinkled through the brown.
I would just deal with it like I had everything else life threw at me lately. Straight on and with my head up.
I wasn’t usually big on make-up, but I’d added some powder to control my shiny forehead and nose. That with some dark, smoky eyeliner and shimmery eyeshadow, a couple of swipes of mascara, and some lip gloss, and I looked good.
Even better, I felt good, too.
There was nothing to be done about my curves, and really, I wasn’t embarrassed by my body.
Comfort was my thing, and ultimately, the flowy maxi dress with dark red flowers I was wearing was super comfy.
The material was light and soft, and it was loose but not overly big.
I loved how it ended around my ankles in a soft flutter of fabric.
There were big red buttons down the front, all the way to the bottom.
I had the bottom six open, so it split the skirt above my knee, flashing a bit of thigh when I walked.
I also daringly left the first button open, revealing my pretty damn fantastic cleavage, if I did say so myself.
I paused and smiled to myself. I felt pretty. And I hadn’t felt that in a long time.
A rough knock sounded, and my attention went back to the door.
“You gonna open the door, Sugarplum?” Max questions, and I swore I heard a smile in there somewhere.
So hot.
He knew I was in there.
Duh.
The top of the door was glass, and he was tall, so likely he could see my head.
Okay. Calm down.
This was it.
Go time.