Six weeks to commit myself to a man I didn’t know.
Six weeks before my entire life was going to change—and that change would be for the worse if I chose wrong.
Clay had texted me a few hours earlier, but I’d ignored it without reading the preview that showed in the text messages. I didn’t want to know what he had to say. Hunter had probably told him about the dating thing.
My phone buzzed, and it felt like there was a rock in my stomach as I looked down at the screen.
Hunter
Do you want a second appointment with anyone?
I stared at the screen.
I didn’t want a second appointment.
I didn’t want amate.
But there was no way around it.
Me
Kody
Hunter
How many days do you want to wait to see him again?
It would be smart to do it tomorrow. So I could keep interacting with him, and decide if we were compatible.
I didn’t want to… but that would be the best call
Me
Should probably do tomorrow
Hunter
He’s working a shift in the forest tomorrow night. I can get him out of it, but it’ll send a message
A message that I was serious about him. Which was way more commitment than I was ready for.
Me
The next day, then
Hunter sent a thumbs-up.
Hunter
What time do you start and get off work?
I pulled up my schedule, scanning the tattoos, art, and inspiration pictures. A few clients had been moved around because of heat, but I had already booked four days off for that, so the studio’s receptionist rescheduled all of them for then.
Me
First appointment’s at noon. I should be completely done around eight
Hunter