30
Grant
This was the most important date of my entire life, and I didn’t want anything to mess it up. I’d asked Bonnie not to interrupt us unless there was an emergency with Scout. I’d hired a personal chef from Portland to drive up the coast and cook us a meal at the bed and breakfast, so we wouldn’t get approached by fans in a restaurant. I’d shaved for the second time that day and put on a tailored suit.
I’d done all I could think of to make tonight perfect. I just hoped that I was enough for Molly. The niggling fear that she might look at me as half a man, despite her best efforts to the contrary, simply wouldn’t go away.
Since I felt bad about making her drive to me, I had my bodyguards surround me, so that I could wait for her in front of the bed and breakfast we’d rented out.
