Erin Nickels
Dahlia adjusted the spaghetti straps of her sure-fire come-hither date dress, simultaneously crossing her legs. He could already be somewhere in the hotel bar scrutinizing her. She batted her eyelashes and tossed her hair, spreading her pheromones like a waft of perfume, luring him closer if he hesitated nearby. A few men lingered at the high tops, so it was possible one of them might be Jasper, the man her sister-in-law swore was ‘the one.’ She’d never seen a photo, but Stella’s description of him piqued her moxie for the evening’s impending encounter. Dahlia had only communicated with him via text message to set up the meeting, so the mystery of it all was enticing.
She adjusted her auburn curls to hide the freckled shoulders haunting her since elementary school. Dahlia wa
