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She stopped short. “Did I tell you that?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Every time I’ve seen you, you’re always in a green dress. And if you’re not, you’re accessorizing with green.”
“Then I don’t need to tell you that I have a green accent wall in my bedroom.”
There was no way he was going to let himself start imagining her bedroom. “Your favorite song?”
“You don’t know already?”
How is it this woman had a way of making him smile so much his cheeks were actually hurting. “You’ve never played any music while I was around.”
“Fair enough.” They took a few more steps, but she didn’t say a word.
“And…?”
“What?”
“Your favorite song? Are you going to tell me?”
A cheeky grin on her face, she beamed up at him. “I haven’t decided. A woman is entitled to some mystery.”
“You are something else.” He laughed harder than he had all night. Something told him, fake dating or not, the rest of the holidays were definitely going to be like none other. “What’s your schedule tomorrow?”
She shook her head. “I’m off work.”
“Good.” He slowed his stride as they drew closer to where he’d parked the car. “Let’s say I pick you up at noon.”
“Noon?”
“For our secondfirstdate. Will your mom be home then?”
She nodded, her eyes shifting from confusion to sparkling with understanding. “She will. Where are we going to go?”
“Ah.” He dared to reach over and swipe down her nose with his finger. “I can be a man of mystery too.”
When she burst out laughing rather then slug him for his cheekiness, he decided he might actually enjoy this little charade of theirs. Maybe a lot.
Chapter Seven
Normally, Sara loved to sleep in on a day off. Not till an insane time of day, but at least not rising with the sun like she did on a work day. No matter how many times she tossed, turned, or fluffed her pillow, sleeping in was not going to happen.
After staring at the contents of her closet for close to half an hour, she finally gave up on deciding what would be appropriate and texted Kenny.What should I wear?
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she stared at the screen. This shouldn’t be such a big deal. A sundress would be good for anything on the island. Or maybe a pair of shorts and a comfortable top? Then if he had some warped SEAL sense of humor and wanted to take her on mountain hike or some other endurance trek, she wouldn’t be worried about flashing the world in a skirt.
Her phone dinged and she almost jumped up from the bed.Anything you like. And comfortable shoes.
Comfortable shoes? So maybe the big bad SEAL really was going to take her to an obstacle course suitable for Coronado? Swinging the closet doors open again, she opted for practical. No one wears a sundress with comfortable shoes. She pulled out her favorite green capris and paired it with a three quarter sleeve, boat neck cream colored cotton top. Her slip on canvasloafers with rubber soles definitely qualified as comfortable—and practical if she actually did wind up doing an obstacle course.
Glancing in the mirror, she looked pretty darn good if she did say so herself. What she didn’t understand was why was she so nervous over fake date number two? Maybe it was muscle memory. A man asks you out—a handsome one at that—and it’s a knee jerk reaction to fret. She was not going to do that anymore. No matter what they were making her parents and Maile Everrett think, she and Kenny were just friends. New found friends, but definitely only friends.
The doorbell rang and her heart lurched to her throat. “Just friends,” she gently reminded herself before stopping herself from galloping down the stairs. Taking a deep breath, reminding herself one more time that this wasn’t a real date, she swung the door open. Kenny was hidden behind a massive bouquet of multicolored blooms. One of the largest she’d ever seen not in a vase, and certainly the biggest she’d ever been given. Not that she’d been given flowers all that often.
“Too much?” He held them out and smiled.
Was it her imagination or was Mr. Confident SEAL nervous. “They’re perfect.” She took a deep whiff. The scent was heavenly. “Thank you.”
“Who is it, dear?”
