She’d blushed as red as the dress itself, and looked out at the trailers.
“This one,” she’d pointed out. “With the green trim.”
He’d pulled up to it and looked at it.
“It’s cute. It’s really not bad at all.”
“You think?” she’d said. “I mean – I guess it’s not horrible.”
“Not even close.” Silver had gotten out of the van and frowned at her when she’d gone to open her door. “Stay there, Jolene.”
“Erm, why?”
“Because I’m going to open your door for you.”
“Oh.” She’d been so taken aback, she’d just sat there still holding the door handle, and watched him walk around the van and open her door with a flourish. He’d bowed. “M’lady.”
“M’gentleman,” she’d rejoined and regally taken his outstretched hand. “So polite.”
“Well, I have lots of time to make up for,” he’d said as they’d walked u
