"This is not your smartest moment, Aaricia," Gabb said as he opened the SUV door for her.
âNever said it was." She brushed back some of her auburn hair. The wind had picked up today, snapping and pushing at any loose threads. Whipping her hair until the skin on her face hurt from the ambush.
She'd picked a bad day to wear her shorter black skirt, that was for sure. Between having to hold one side tight and pray the wind didn't snatch the buttons on her loose red blouse...she really should've glanced outside before dressing.
But she'd wanted to dress nicely for Dawn today. He'd asked her this morning about going out to dinner-just the two of them. He wanted to take her out. The thought made her smile. And so she'd dressed how she felt-beautiful. Cherished.
Too bad the wind didn't give a
