Page 53 of Savage in the Sweets
Colin:Would you come over for dinner tomorrow? Me, you, Michael, my place?
“Holy Jesus,” I whisper, staring at the screen of my phone.
“That’s great!” Stephanie enthuses. “It means he really likes you.”
“Yeah, but what if things go south? What if I really do end up hurting Michael?”
“If you’re this worried about Michael, I think that significantly increases the chances of you two working out,” Carolyn says.
“It’s just dinner,” Stephanie adds, “and if you’d like, you can bring April.”
I exhale in relief. “That’s perfect.”
Lacy:Would you like me to bring April?
Colin:That would be great. Swing by at six. I’ll send you the address.
“Oh my God, baby sis—you finally found someone!” Stephanie squeals.
“No, no—uh uh—I can’ think that way.” I shake my head in disbelief. “This is just a dinner after hooking up. Clearing the air.”
“This guy’s main focus in life is being a good father, and he’s askingyouto have dinner with him and his son. That is not clearing the air after a hookup.”
“Oh, shit! I have to figure out what to wear! I have to—”
Stephanie grabs my chin and forces me to make eye contact.
“You’re beautiful. You’re amazing. With or without makeup, you’ll kill it. You’re everything he wants because men like bad girls.”
I snort. “I’m the furthest thing from bad he’s likely to find.”
“You own a candy shop, which seems to make you akin to Satan in his eyes.”
“This guy has totally fallen for you,” Carolyn cuts in. “Just show up like the badass you are.”
“I’ll get April home by—”
Stephanie puts a finger to my lips. “Shut it! I’ll pick April up so you can stay as long as you want.”
Lacy
“I really like Michael,”April says as we stand on Colin’s doorstep. “He likes princesses, but not that mermaid one because he says she should be made into sushi.”
My brow lifts in shock as the door opens.
“Hi, April! I can’t wait to show you my room!” Michael enthuses.
Behind him stands Colin wearing his signature form-fitting tee-shirt.
The kids rush to play, and Colin offers me something to drink. Nothing with alcohol, as that’s not his jive, so I accept a juice that he presses by hand on his countertop.
This guy is just too much, and I absolutely love it.
“Your house is nice,” I say, admiring the modern decor.
“We looked at twelve in the area, and I narrowed it down to three. Michael had the final say.”
“Wow!”
