I’d made a mistake. A monumental mistake. I should never have said yes to this date…or non-date…or whatever this was. I wasn’t strong enough. My resistance was weak. My heart, it was too damn fragile.
“Let me…um, let me put these flowers in water. I’ll be right back.”
I dashed into the kitchen, filled a pitcher I used for lemonade from under the sink and put the flowers in. I’d tend to them later. Taking a deep breath, I returned to the men on the porch, locked the door behind me.
“Shall we?” Rory took a step back and offered me his arm. I looked at the bent elbow, the muscles that played beneath the fabric of his shirt. My mouth went dry and that was just his arm.
There was no turning back now. They were waiting patiently. I owed it to myself, to women everywhere, to take this one nig
