CHAPTER 7
Dex drove his red pickup truck up the driveway and parked in front of his house, but he made no move to get out. Instead, he leaned back against the headrest.
The blind date had surely been a strange one. He’d thought they would have had some privacy given the location of the table, but the town, in their effort to be encouraging, had disrupted the date. The drink disaster must have been the final straw for Zoey. Dex didn’t blame her for leaving immediately.
Zoey had looked more beautiful than she had at the grocery store—he’d noticed the other men at the restaurant couldn’t stop staring at her. Her scent had been soft and subtle, and he’d felt it wrap around him as she’d settled into the chair opposite him. But she’d been the last person he’d expected to meet on the date, eve
