Page 73 of Best In Class
What if I’m not his type anymore?
Nova chuckles. “I never thought the day would come when I’d see Luna Steele wonder about what to wear.”
“I know what to wear when there’s a dress code. Say, black tie, I know. Say cocktail, I know. Say, work, I know. Say date with Dom…what the fuck?”
I’m losing it. Yes, sir. I’m so losing it.
Stella puts a hand on my shoulder. “Hon, what are you worried about?”
I look at her and let her see the anxiety washing over me. “I…what if he doesn’t like me?”
Nova cackles at this. “Please! The man’s been following you around like a puppy since he came back to Savannah, and you think he’s not going to like you because of what you wear?”
I lift my shoulders in a helpless gesture.
“Honey, you can show up in a gunny sack and the man will still want you,” Aurora says gently.
Stella squeezes my arm. “You’re both different people than you used to be. So, I get it, you’re wondering what if he doesn’t like the Luna you are now. But, hon, he knows you and you know him.”
“Yeah,” Nova agrees. “Since you’ve been sniffing each other’sbehindsfor twelve months.”
My lips twitch into a smile.
“I don’t know where he’s taking me…so….” I feel like such a fool; a girlie girl, which I’m not.
Aurora leans forward, lit up. “Give me a minute.” She texts furiously.
“What?” I ask.
“Gabe is with Dom and the other guys. I’ll ask him to find out.”
“No.” I gasp.
“He’ll be discreet,” shepromises.
“But—”
Aurora’s smile curves slowly as she glances at her phone. “Oh, Dom is so cute.”
I lift both brows, skepticalandcurious. “What?”
She looks up, eyes twinkling. “He’s taking you on a picnic. Apparently…like he used to?”
And just like that, my lungs forget how to work.
Back then, he didn’t have money, not really. Everything he made at the auto shop went straight to helping Miss Abigail keep their household running. And Dom never let me pay for anything. Not a soda. Not a movie ticket. Not even fries.
Stupid alpha male behavior.
ButI understood and didn’t press. I spent time with him around the estate, at school, in my room, in his…wedatedjust fine.
But the romantic he was, he wanted to give me everything he could, everything he thought I deserved.
He’d ask Miss Abigail to pack up a basket—fried chicken, honey cornbread, deviled eggs, and chocolate chip cookies still warm in the napkin. Everything I loved, down to the last crumb. And then he’d row us across the lake on the Steele estate, to a hidden little cove no one else knew about.
Our spot.
There, on a threadbare quilt, under a canopy of trees and soft light, we’d eat and laugh and kiss like we had forever.
