He grinned again, bent and kissed my nose this time and then let me go.

“Don’t be polite, wanna hear the locks click behind me,” he ordered.

God.

Mickey.

“All right.”

I went to the door and held the edge as he walked out.

I started to close it when he turned and called, “Amy?”

“Yeah?”

That was when I got a grin and a look in his eyes I’d never seen.

A grin and a look that foretold what he had said earlier.

When he had me, and he was going to have me, he was going to wreck me.

Then he said, “Nice nightie.”

I held on to the edge of the door tight so my legs wouldn’t fail me.

Mickey turned and walked away.

I forced myself to close the door and lock it without chasing him, or alternate scenario, melting in a puddle.

On shaking legs, I walked back to my bed.

I got in it knowing I’d never fall asleep.

I slept like a baby.

Chapter Fourteen

Everything about Me

The next night I sat beside Mickey in his truck, nearly paralytic with agonizing.

First, because this was happening. I was in Mickey’s truck and he was taking me to a restaurant for a date.

In all that had already happened, this was our beginning.

But there were no kids, no house sale and we weren’t fighting.

What if we had nothing to say?

God, what if he didn’t find me interesting?

It was funny (not in a ha ha way, in a terrifying way) as well as very telling that I hadn’t cared one bit about whether Boston or Bradley had found me interesting.

But I needed Mickey to find me interesting.

And I was terrified he wouldn’t.

Second, in a frenzy that was the beginning of my agonizing, nearly upon waking I’d gone through all my new clothes and found I didn’t have a single thing to wear for our date.

So I’d gone out shopping.

In store seven at the mall, I decided on a caftan dress that I thought was stunning. It looked made of scarves with a nearly Pucci print in robin’s egg blue and lavender. It had a straight hem that cut at my knees, had a tight waistline under my breasts and full three-quarter sleeves. Most importantly, through a deep V that went to the waistline, it had cleavage. I’d paired this with t-strap, light taupe suede sandals that had a high, thin, stacked wedge—four inches, no platform.

Very sexy.

I bought this because it was clear Mickey liked the dress I wore on my date with Bradley.