On day three, Donny asked again, and she said yes. He beamed at her. “Great,” he exclaimed, as their session for the day was winding down. “Pick you up at six?”
“Sounds great,” she replied, and gazed at him with those sparkling green eyes.
He escorted her back to the lodge, and they parted ways to prepare for their date.
She showered, toweled herself dry, and thought about him while she pondered what to wear. “Dammit, I like him,” she sighed. That part sucked. She didn’t often meet interesting men. But he’d been involved, so he had to go. No exceptions. End of story. Pull it together and get this done.
Meanwhile, Donny had also showered, and was pulling on form fitting jeans and boots. “She is amazing,” he murmured to himself as he chose and put on a sweater that brought out the gold f
