The whole way to the restaurant, Holly couldn’t stop smiling, yet afraid to speak. It seemed like every time she talked to Colt the last few weeks it ended badly. He pulled out the chair for her, noticing she hadn’t said a word.
“Something wrong, Holly?” He waived over the server, ordering wine for the both of them.
“No. Just… I don’t want to ruin this. I always end up screwing things up.” She looked away, twitching her nose nervously.
“Relax, sweetheart. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. Just be yourself.”
Colt reached over, taking her hand, running his thumb over the pulse point of her wrist. His gentle touch sent fireworks through her entire body. Remembering the lust-filled night they had shared was short of how he was making her feel right now.
“That’s just it. Myself is
