Page 108 of In Plain Sight

“I have no idea what to wear.”

“What kind of dinner is it?”

“What kind?” I asked, confused. “A normal one?”

“Oh, you sweet summer child.” She clucked her tongue disapprovingly. “I mean, what kind of dinner is it? Are you goingout or staying in? Are you having fast food, or is it fine dining? That sort of thing.”

“Staying in. He’s cooking for me.”

“Wow. He’s hot, into the same stuff as you,andhe cooks?” Ivy asked, her tone incredulous. “He’s the perfect guy for you.”

A flutter of something tickled my stomach and chest. I’d spent most of today excited—giddy, even—at the prospect of Luka not just inviting me over for dinner but cooking for me.

It meant a lot that he wanted to put so much effort into making our night special, especially after he’d told me he didn’t really enjoy cooking anymore.

“Any other plans for the night?” she asked.

“None that I need clothes for.”

She laughed. “Make sure you take some extra hair ties with you to leave at his place, just in case you forget,” she teased. “But back to your clothes dilemma. I suggest wearing something comfortable that also makes you look like a snack.” She paused. “What about that dark green shirt, the one with the gold sheen to it? Pair that with black pants, and he won’t know what hit him.”

I pulled the shirt out of my closet and walked over to my bed to lay it out. “Thanks, you’re a lifesaver. I’ve been standing in front of my closet like a moron for almost ten minutes trying to pick something.”

“How many outfits did you try on before you decided what to wear last weekend?” she asked knowingly.

“Too many.” I pulled a pair of black pants out of my dresser and lay them on the bed next to my shirt. “And only settled on the one I wore because I ran out of time. I feel like a teenager again. Obsessing over clothes, dissecting texts to try and read any sort of hidden meanings, spending all day giddy because he wants to cook for me.”

“You didn’t even act like that when you were a teenager,” she said with an affectionate laugh. “I’ve never seen you this in a tizzy over anything before, let alone a guy.”

“That’s true,” I conceded, pulling socks and a pair of boxer briefs out of my dresser to add to my clothes pile.

“When are you meeting him?”

I glanced at my alarm clock. “I have to head over in about twenty minutes.”

“I’ll let you go so you can get ready.” She made an excited sound. “I want to heareverythingtomorrow.”

“Everything?” I asked, a teasing lilt to my voice.

“Well, not everything,” she said with a chuckle. “You can keep the spicy parts to yourself. But I want details about everything else.”

“Deal.”

“Have fun.”

“I will.”

She ended the call, and I tossed my phone onto the bed so I could finish getting ready.

Twenty minutes later, I knocked on Luka’s door, my hand shaking and my mind spinning with anticipation and nerves.

The door swung open almost immediately.

“Hi,” he greeted, his smile bright and a flush on his cheeks that immediately put my nerves at ease.

He was as excited as I was.

“Hi.” I came into the apartment, and the savory scents of meat and fresh bread tickled my nose. “It smells amazing in here.”

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