❀ Amy ❀
Clark pulled up to the curb five minutes early, because of course he did. He was always perfectly timed. Never too eager, never too late. His truck was clean, the windows rolled down just enough to catch the breeze, and he leaned out with a crooked grin that made my stomach flutter.
“Ladies,” he greeted us as we stepped out onto the porch. “Just on time,” Eva bounced on the balls of her feet, the bow in her hair slightly off-center already.
“Do they have cookies?” she asked for the fifth time this morning.
“We will find out soon enough,” I said, as I slipped into the passenger seat while she buckled herself into the back. Clark chuckled as he pulled away from the curb.
“I’m not sure about cookies, but my mom makes a mean lemon pie,” he said, and Eva gasped.
“Lemon? That’s
