6
Pulling up to the same place I’d picked Zara up the night before had been nerve wracking as hell. I knew there was a chance my plan would backfire, and that she might stand me up.
But I also had hope. She intrigued me. A lot. And I hoped I intrigued her too. . At least, I thought I had. If she actually stuck with that, then I’d have a chance at actually wooing her.
Ayra had laughed when I told her what had happened. Apparently, she and Devon had decided to hang around and grill me like paranoid parents the moment I’d returned home. Maybe they’d been right to. The date had been an unmitigated disaster, even if the kiss had been one of the most heavenly things I’d ever experienced.
She was standing on the corner, looking freaking gorgeous in a skater style little black dress. I was nev
