Page 24 of Run, Little Bunny

Anna Clark

What kind of car am I looking for?

Chad Braun

Patience.

I stare at my phone, smiling, but when I don’t see any bubbles, I move on with getting ready. She liked the henley last time, so I’ll wear my black one tonight with dark wash jeans and boots. Once I’m dressed, I step up into my truck and decide to text her.

Chad Braun

Be on the lookout for a truck. I’ll be there in a few minutes.

Anna Clark

Didn’t expect the Easter Bunny to drive a truck … I was thinking like a lime green Bug.

What to respond …

Chad Braun

No texting and driving, so I’m driving now.

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Even though it’s barely fifty degrees out, I’m feeling flirty and put on a little crop top and high-waisted jeans. I want Chad’s hands to be all over me. Hopefully, it’s Chad.Please, don’t let it be someone else.

Checking myself out in the full-length mirror in my bedroom, my blonde hair is getting long, almost past my chest, and I’ve kept it simple with just a little eyeliner and mascara.

Sliding into my oversized denim jacket, my heart races as I stare out the window. Anticipation. I haven’t been this excited to go out on a date in forever. All of the butterflies and nervous energy are there. I really want Chad to be the one picking me up and am refusing to entertain the possibility that it could be someone else.

A big, white truck pulls into the lot.That has to be him.Grabbing my mini bag and phone, I quickly confirm I have my keys, then head out the door, locking it behind me.

“Iknewit!” I squeal as I see Chad leaning casually against the passenger door, looking hot in a black long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and boots. Relief and excitement wash over me—thank God it’s not some random guy.

“Hey,” he greets me, smiling as he extends his arms for a hug. I step into him, immediately noticing how good he smells. Feeling his back, it’s strong, and I smile, loving this hug and how little I feel in his arms.

“I’m way less stressed now,” I admit, pulling back.

“Why’s that?” he asks, still holding onto me.

“You could have been someone else,” I say with a small laugh into his chest, but it’s the truth.

“Look at me,” he breathes, reaching for my chin, lifting it slightly, andoh my God is that hot.He stares deeply into my eyes with a little smile on his face before asking, “Looking forward to spending a few hours together?”

“Of course!”

“Me too.” He releases my chin and opens the passenger door for me. I step up into the truck and fasten my seatbelt. Relaxing into the seat, I exhale, my heart rate calming.

“Where are you taking me?”

“On a two-minute drive.”

I chuckle, loving how he answers my questions in a way that keeps me guessing. As he starts driving, he grabs my hand, playing with my fingers. I stare at his hand, loving it.

“You look really nice,” he says, glancing over at me briefly before focusing back on the road.

“You clean up well yourself,” I tease, and he shakes his head, maybe amused by me.

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