Felicity cried out when knocking sounded on her front door. And she’d been ready and waiting for the past fifteen minutes. She strode on sandaled feet to the door and opened it.
The simple sight of Dwayne stole her breath. She stared at his clean-shaven face, his charcoal-colored cowboy hat—clearly one that didn’t get worn every day around the ranch—and his tall, trim body decked out in a white shirt, a blue paisley tie, and dark gray slacks.
He gazed right back at her, the electricity popping and zipping between them as if someone had thrown a switch.
“You’re—” His voice came out strangled and hoarse, and he cleared his throat. “What a pretty dress.”
“I like your hat,” she said, playing along to a game where she didn’t know the rules.
He offered her his elbow. “Should we go?”
She sl
