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but really! I was wound tight enough. I
rolled my eyes at him.
    “No Dad, and he’s not a boy, he’s twenty-three
and—”
    “And he has the best foot in the
country,” Ryan finished.
    “I don’t think your sister is too
enamored by his foot,” Dad said.
    So wrong—I was enamored with every
appendage belonging to Tomás. I heard a knock at the door and my heart stopped.
    “I’ll get it,” Ryan said, keen to
meet another soccer legend.
    Dad squeezed my arm. “Be careful
and most importantly, have fun.”
    I nodded. “Thanks Dad.” We both
were thinking of Mom. How she would have loved to be here to fuss over my hair
or offer some jewelry and to meet my date. It was not as though I hadn’t dated
guys before but I hadn’t had many come to the house before to pick me up and
none that were Tomás Carrera.
    I heard Ryan and Tomás talking as
Dad and I came around the corner of the hallway to the front door and living
room. Oh my God, there was a Latin model in the lounge room carrying a dozen
long stemmed red roses. Red means passion, I think. At this stage it could mean
smelly socks and I wouldn’t care. They were beautiful and would impress Dad too
with the touch of old-fashioned charm. Tomás looked amazing in a dark suit with
a white T-shirt underneath—the perfect mix of dressy and casual. I could have
eaten him then and there and licked his bones clean... wow that was a weird
thought... hmm I’d been watching way too many zombie programs.
    I couldn’t form words quickly
enough to introduce Dad but he took care of it himself, extending his hand, and
the men shook.
    Tomás gave me a breathtaking
smile. “ Bella , you look, well bella .” He grinned and handed me
the flowers.
    “Thank you, Tomás, they are
gorgeous.”
    “I’ll put them in water for you so
you two young people can get away,” Dad said, taking them from me.
    “You had a great game last
weekend,” Ryan said.
    “Ah thanks, sometimes it just
comes together,” Tomás said with a hint of modesty. “Are you coming to the home
game this weekend, Ryan?”
    “Yeah, Lucas got Dad and me
tickets.”
    I saw Tomás’s eyes narrow
slightly. He couldn’t possibly be worried about Lucas in my life—Lucas was
living with my best friend.
     “Ah, good,” he said and turned to
me. “Shall we?”
    “We shall,” I agreed. I smirked at
my brother because even though we’re close, that’s what we do, and I gave Dad a
kiss on the cheek goodnight. As we walked out, Ryan nearly bowled me over at
the door.
    “Wow, is that a Mercedes AMG GT S?”
he asked coming out to circle Tomás’s car. “I didn’t know they were released
yet!”
    “Yeah, it drives very nicely,” Tomás
said, as though the six figure car in our middle-class driveway was no big
deal. It was sleek; two doors, smooth lines and being red, no doubt very fast.
    “I’ve never seen you on anything
but your bike,” I said.
    “Mercedes are one of my sponsors
so I just borrow a car when I need one,” he said, with a shrug.
    “Of course, silly me. Yeah, Toyota
is my sponsor,” I teased, and the men laughed, as I glanced towards my little
Yaris in the garage.
    Tomás turned to my brother.
“Another time, I’ll take you for a spin if you like?”
    “Hell yeah, that would be great,
thanks,” Ryan said.
    Tomás was doing all the right
things to make a good impression—flowers, calling my dad Mr. Peterson, winning
my brother over for life with a promised ride. And he had me at first sight.
     “Well, have a good night,” Dad
said, and hustled Ryan inside with him.
    Tomás gave them a wave and turned
to open the car door for me, I slipped in. This was so good—the new car smell
and new guy smell and trust me, he smelt gorgeous.
    Tomás slid into the driver’s seat
and put on his seatbelt. He stopped to look at me. “Hello Cookie,” he teased.
He leaned over and kissed me full on the lips, hovering there for just a
moment.
    “Hello Tomás,” I said, barely
getting the