Or her mom, for that matter.

Still… I had to.

I got out of the truck and did my best to avoid the nerves that were bubbling up inside me. I’d been on a few dates since I’d moved here, but none of them had been with someone I actually fucking liked. I hadn’t gotten to know any of them well enough to say that I actually liked them and maybe had feelings for them.

Not like I had with Reagan.

I was all too aware of the voice in the back of my mind. It kept reminding me of how I felt about her—of how much I’d smiled since I’d accidentally texted her.

I locked the truck and headed toward the front door.

“Shut up!” The front door quickly opened and closed, revealing Reagan in all her glory. She spun around, her purple curls flying, and stopped when she saw me. Her red lips parted before she quickly pressed them together again. “Hey.”

“Hey.” My lips curved into a smile and I reached out to take her hand to help her down the steps. “You look beautiful.”

She blushed, and it somehow brightened her eyes. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

I looked down at my outfit—a white shirt and black pants—and gave her a tiny bow. She laughed and let me keep hold of her hand until she was safely in my truck. I pushed the door shut behind her and walked around to my side.

“All right, how do I get to Mario’s?” I glanced at her. “Can you put it into the GPS?” I tapped the screen in the dashboard and brought up the GPS menu.

“Sure.” Reagan pulled her phone out of her purse and unlocked it. She swiped the screen a few times before she tapped a zip code into the screen. “There we go. It’ll take us just up the street from the restaurant.”

“Perfect.” I flicked on the blinker, checked my mirrors, and pulled away. “How was your day?”

“Long,” she replied, pushing some hair behind her ear. “Aunt Bethel needs to get away from the order book with her doctor’s handwriting.”

I laughed. “I did hear that conversation when I was in the store.”

“Mm. She’s getting it confused with her own personal calendar. I had to stop into the store and buy her one on my lunch break today.” She peered over at me. “I booked in a funeral for next week and she’d written in her fucking dentist appointment.”

I scratched my jaw and desperately tried not to look at her. If I did, I knew I’d fucking die laughing. I didn’t exactly know her aunt, but from the two times we’d met, I wasn’t all that surprised.

“How’d she take the new calendar?”

“About as well as if you’d tipped a wheelbarrow full of cow shit on her head.”

“So… She took it well, then.”

Reagan barked out a laugh and dropped her head back so it rested on the headrest. “Oh, my God. Don’t even. She hasn’t stopped ever since we closed the store. I’m not allowed to work a full day yet and it’s driving me crazy.”