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him.
She’d set them both up for disaster. He’d be out of his element, which would make them both uncomfortable and ruin their evening. Worse, if his girlfriend found out Oliver had accompanied her to the theatre, that couldn’t possibly end well. If Oliver was her boyfriend, she’d definitely have a fit if he enjoyed an evening out with another woman. Even if they were only friends.
At least the girlfriend thing put an end to her wondering if he was interested in her. She wasn’t sure what she’d hoped to prove anyway. She didn’t like him beyond physical attraction, and he would want a woman who could appreciate his lifestyle.
Daisy slowed and turned into his drive, surveying the surroundings. No flowers decorated his landscape with the exception of a couple of rose bushes, but the old farmhouse looked to be in good repair. He obviously took good care of what was his, a quality she could admire in any man.
She stopped well within view of the front window of the house and waited for him to emerge. After five minutes passed and he didn’t show, she debated whether she should honk the horn or get out and knock on his door.
With a quick punch of her fist, her horn released a short honk. She cringed at the rude sound, but she wasn’t about to get out and meet him at the door. She waited several more endless minutes without any sight of him.
She groaned in annoyance. Was he not ready? Had he forgotten her? With aggravation simmering inside, she flung open the door of her car and strode toward the house and up the porch steps. She’d told him to be ready by five. Apparently, the man wasn’t punctual.
She jammed her thumb against the doorbell and waited.
The door opened immediately and drew a surprised breath from her. “Hi,” she said, sounding completely lame. He had been waiting for her to pick him up at the door, but that wasn’t what shocked her.
The man had looked good in jeans and boots, but he was downright devastating in a gray button-down shirt and black, fitted pants. On looks alone, he rated a nine. She continued her perusal downward and blinked. Maybe even a ten.
Oliver actually owned a pair of boots not covered in dirt.
Good Lord, he stole her breath. Whatever snarky remark she’d intended to say evaporated. “Are you ready to go?”
“I am.” He looked her over as a smile teased his tempting lips. “Is it all right if I say you look hot in that… amazing black dress?”
“I guess you just did.” A blush warmed her cheeks. She’d intentionally picked her sexiest dress and highest heels, wanting him to see what he was missing in the city. Her hair had taken her longer than usual, and she’d paid close attention to her makeup.
A twinkle lit in his eye. “I guess I did.”
“You look very nice, too.” Definitely a ten on the attractive scale.
“Thank you.” He tipped his head and offered her his arm.
She gave him a sly smile. “Did you purposefully make me come to your door?”
His lips curved. He obviously liked her question. “I did.”
“Why?” She narrowed her gaze, warning him to tell the truth.
“Because, this is your date.”
Date ?
“You’ve promised to show me a good time, and I figured I’d start out right.”
Had she promised that? “Nothing like putting on the pressure. I didn’t realize this was my date.”
“Yep. This is your version of our double dog dare date.” He grinned. “You’re trying to impress me with your world, but I know I’m going to impress you with mine.”
For a moment, she might actually believe him. “That’s a bold statement, considering I’ve been living in your world for the past couple of weeks.”
They stopped at the driver’s side of her car, and he opened the door for her. “Yes, but you haven’t seen much except the inside of the barn.”
She laughed. “No thanks to you.”
“Not true. You’re free to jump in the truck or on a horse any time.” His gaze traveled the length of her legs as she slid
She’d set them both up for disaster. He’d be out of his element, which would make them both uncomfortable and ruin their evening. Worse, if his girlfriend found out Oliver had accompanied her to the theatre, that couldn’t possibly end well. If Oliver was her boyfriend, she’d definitely have a fit if he enjoyed an evening out with another woman. Even if they were only friends.
At least the girlfriend thing put an end to her wondering if he was interested in her. She wasn’t sure what she’d hoped to prove anyway. She didn’t like him beyond physical attraction, and he would want a woman who could appreciate his lifestyle.
Daisy slowed and turned into his drive, surveying the surroundings. No flowers decorated his landscape with the exception of a couple of rose bushes, but the old farmhouse looked to be in good repair. He obviously took good care of what was his, a quality she could admire in any man.
She stopped well within view of the front window of the house and waited for him to emerge. After five minutes passed and he didn’t show, she debated whether she should honk the horn or get out and knock on his door.
With a quick punch of her fist, her horn released a short honk. She cringed at the rude sound, but she wasn’t about to get out and meet him at the door. She waited several more endless minutes without any sight of him.
She groaned in annoyance. Was he not ready? Had he forgotten her? With aggravation simmering inside, she flung open the door of her car and strode toward the house and up the porch steps. She’d told him to be ready by five. Apparently, the man wasn’t punctual.
She jammed her thumb against the doorbell and waited.
The door opened immediately and drew a surprised breath from her. “Hi,” she said, sounding completely lame. He had been waiting for her to pick him up at the door, but that wasn’t what shocked her.
The man had looked good in jeans and boots, but he was downright devastating in a gray button-down shirt and black, fitted pants. On looks alone, he rated a nine. She continued her perusal downward and blinked. Maybe even a ten.
Oliver actually owned a pair of boots not covered in dirt.
Good Lord, he stole her breath. Whatever snarky remark she’d intended to say evaporated. “Are you ready to go?”
“I am.” He looked her over as a smile teased his tempting lips. “Is it all right if I say you look hot in that… amazing black dress?”
“I guess you just did.” A blush warmed her cheeks. She’d intentionally picked her sexiest dress and highest heels, wanting him to see what he was missing in the city. Her hair had taken her longer than usual, and she’d paid close attention to her makeup.
A twinkle lit in his eye. “I guess I did.”
“You look very nice, too.” Definitely a ten on the attractive scale.
“Thank you.” He tipped his head and offered her his arm.
She gave him a sly smile. “Did you purposefully make me come to your door?”
His lips curved. He obviously liked her question. “I did.”
“Why?” She narrowed her gaze, warning him to tell the truth.
“Because, this is your date.”
Date ?
“You’ve promised to show me a good time, and I figured I’d start out right.”
Had she promised that? “Nothing like putting on the pressure. I didn’t realize this was my date.”
“Yep. This is your version of our double dog dare date.” He grinned. “You’re trying to impress me with your world, but I know I’m going to impress you with mine.”
For a moment, she might actually believe him. “That’s a bold statement, considering I’ve been living in your world for the past couple of weeks.”
They stopped at the driver’s side of her car, and he opened the door for her. “Yes, but you haven’t seen much except the inside of the barn.”
She laughed. “No thanks to you.”
“Not true. You’re free to jump in the truck or on a horse any time.” His gaze traveled the length of her legs as she slid
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