“Your dad wants to invite me to dinner?” Kay doesn’t stop stocking the candy shelves in the shop. “Should I be honored?”
“I really don’t know.” I’m too mesmerized by the curve of Kay’s behind in her jeans when she bends over to unload another box. “Do you need a hand with that?”
“Sure. If you could just pass these to me. All this bending at my age.” She straightens her posture before arching her back.
I walk over to her and we stand staring at each other for an instant.
“Wouldn’t miss it, by the way.” Another wink—this one goes straight to my gut. “When is it and am I expected to dress up?”
“God no. Although I am curious to see you in a dress.”
“If you want to see me in a dress, you’ll have to buy me one. The last time I wore one was at my prom, so I guess you’d have to be my date as
