He asked me on a date.
He said; “Clara Hansen, I f****d things up before they even started and I’m a lucky bastard to have such a forgiving mate. I can’t change the past but I’m willing and striving to make sure you never look at me and regret choosing me even after I behaved like a first grade asshole. I f****d up and starting now, I want to try to give you the things you deserve. Let me take you on a date.”
It did not occur to me to say anything but “Yes,” with a goofy smile.
He got me a black dress with a V – neckline, complicated straps at the back and it was gorgeous. There were dainty heels to go and they were sturdy and had red bottoms. I loved them.
Remi bounced around as she drove me to the saloon where my hair was washed and trimmed and highlighted and generally recei
