At six forty-five, Felicity was still standing in a towel looking over her choices for clothes for the evening. Lucas hadn’t said where they would be going, and she had no idea how to dress. Damn. This wasn’t a date. It didn’t matter what she wore. They were having dinner, and Lucas was going to teach her, to try to fix her, which according to Becky, he was quite good at. She doubted she would learn enough to pick up a guy tonight.
And after last night, she wasn’t sure if another guy would measure up. She pulled on a skirt that Layla had given her and paired it with a tank top. As she tried to remember where she’d tossed her sandals, she briefly worried that she’d forgotten them in Lucas’s room. A knock sounded at her door, and she was still thinking about the sandals when she opened the
