Blayne:Right. “Skincare.” ??
Reggie:Very intensive skincare. The kind that requires lots of hands-on attention.
Blayne:Christ, woman. I’m supposed to be working here.
Reggie:Sorry. Should I stop?
Blayne:Hell no.
I’m grinning at my phone like an idiot when another text pops up.
Blayne:What’s the plan for tonight?
Reggie:Why? You got something in mind?
Blayne:Dinner?
Reggie:You asking me on a date, cowboy?
Blayne:I’m asking if you’ll feed me.
Reggie:Six work for you?
Blayne:Perfect. Should I bring anything?
Reggie:Just you. And that hat.
Blayne:The hat? Why?
Reggie:Because you look hot as hell in it.
Blayne:Good to know. See you at 6, beautiful.
Reggie:See you at 6, handsome.
I toss my phone aside and stare at the ceiling, trying to figure out what the hell is happening. Yesterday I was just trying to survive being a single mom in a new town. Now I’m sexting the hottest man alive and planning dinner like we’re… what exactly? Dating? Hooking up? Something else?
I don’t know what this is, but I definitely don’t want it to stop.
My phone buzzes again.
Blayne:Last night was incredible.
Reggie:Just last night?
Blayne:This morning was pretty spectacular too.
Reggie:I aim to please.
Blayne:Mission accomplished.
I’m typing back when Annalise appears in my doorway.
“Mama, can we make cookies?”
I quickly flip my phone over. “Right now?”
“Please? I wanna practice for when I’m a grown-up.”