Page 3 of A Reaper's Devotion
She had already chosen her dress, along with her heels, and the makeup was prepared.All she had to do was get through her job, go home, and prepare for a night with Cyrus.Or at least an evening.Not a whole night.
They didn’t agree to sex right away.Now, in some of her books, sex came first.Marriage came much later.She was not living in one of her books.This was real life, and if she was being honest with herself, this was freaking scary.She had never dated.
What did men and women do on a date?What did they talk about?She had no idea if what she had to say would be at all interesting.She was a boring person.
Other than writing, she didn’t have any other hobbies.She didn’t have any close friends.She didn’t do anything.
Pushing those thoughts out of her head, she spent the next eight hours watching the cameras, checking to make sure the town was good.
George and Old Sheriff Billy had already stopped by to talk to her and let her know what she should do in case of an emergency.She had all the necessary contact information.There were a couple of numbers she needed to call that did surprise her.Like Daniel Long.The man owned a bar, so she wasn’t quite sure why he needed to know anything pertaining to the town’s security.Either way, she wasn’t here to question the whys or whos.She was just here to do her job.
Willow was aware that most people might find this a tad boring, or even stupid, but she loved it.This felt like she was doing something for the town, for her mom, for everyone.The time passed slowly, but she kept checking the multitude of cameras.There was nothing to report.No danger.
She also noticed that there were cameras set up near the Lost Creek sign.Willow had no idea they even monitored the town lines.It made sense.If they were going to know who came into town and didn’t, the town lines were the best places to see.They had a lot of tourists, and this would be a good way for the locals to know if some were troublemakers.
Before too long, it was past five, and she was being relieved by a man named Cody.In a small town, you knew everyone and everyone knew you.In some cases, like now, she knew who Cody was, but she didn’tknowhim, know him.
She offered him a smile, grabbed her things and left, making her way across town, to the small cul-de-sac where she now lived.It was a street shaped like a semicircle, with about fifty houses.She lived right at the end.Her mother had demanded she sell the house.
Willow loved the house she grew up in, but her mother had said if she didn’t promise to sell the house, she’d put it in her will that she had to sell it, leaving her no choice either way.So, she sold the house.And had no choice but to go through her parents’ belongings and sell what she couldn’t take with her.
She knew why her mother had done it.This was so she didn’t put it off for any longer than necessary.Willow could have taken another decade to go through all her parents’ things.This way, she did it within a few months of her mother’s passing.There was no choice.
She pushed that thought aside, as her mother had also said if she even dared to mourn her too long, she’d come and haunt her ass.She loved her mother and missed her so damn much.Also, her mother knew how much horror movies terrified her, and she wouldn’t put it past her mother to not scare her half to death just to prove a point.
She entered her home and immediately made her way up to the bathroom.Within minutes, she was beneath the spray, tilting her head back and letting out a sigh.It felt good to be washing herself.
It had been a long day, and although a story had come to her, she loved that she was helping the town.
Once she was washed, she climbed out, brushed her teeth, and started to make herself presentable.Blow-drying her hair took the longest.She had long thick brown hair, and drying it was a pain in the butt.Not only did she treat her hair, she also styled it, putting in little curls that spiraled down once she was finished.A quick spray to keep those curls in place, and she was a happy woman.
She didn’t go for a full glam moment with her makeup.Instead, she went for natural makeup, to go with the pastel blue dress she had chosen for the night.
Willow had just finished the zip on her dress, when her doorbell rang.Butterflies erupted in her stomach.
This was it.Her very first official date.She was so nervous.
But she grabbed her purse and tried to remind herself that everyone did this.Dating was natural and she wasn’t doing anything wrong.
Squaring her shoulders, she made her way to the front door.
