“Again,” I say, “I’m not interested in any of them. I know most of them, and I’m happy the way I am. I don’t have a lot of time to donate to a relationship right now.”

“Love isn’t going to knock on your door, Beau,” she says, shaking her head. “You have to put yourself out there.”

“I’ll think about it,” I say, knowing it’s the only thing I can say to make her stop bugging me. “Now, what are your plans for the weekend?”

“Well,” she starts, “I was hoping that your father would take me to the beach, but he has another thing that he has to attend this weekend. So I’m going to go to the beach with a couple of the women from my bridge club.”

I look back at my mother. “I’m sorry, Mom, but I have a meeting to get to.”

She gets up, making sure her skirt is perfect and not wrinkled. “Of course, dear.” She smiles and then leans up to kiss my cheek. “Think about tonight for me.” I don’t bother telling her that it is never going to happen. The only thing I do is grab my keys and make my way over to pick up Savannah.

Chapter Fourteen

Savannah

I have changed my outfit no less than fifteen times. I switch out the jeans for shorts and then think that’s too much. Going back over and over again, I finally settle on black jeans and a pink crochet top that falls off the shoulder. I think about changing it when the front door opens, and I hear Beau.

“I’m here!” he shouts.

“I’m in the guest bedroom!” I shout back and then look at myself again. He fills the doorway a couple of minutes later, and I look at him. “Is this too much?”

He looks me up and down, giving me a chance to finally see that he’s wearing blue pants with a white button-down linen top, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his tanned arms and his watch. “You look beautiful.” He smiles, and my stomach flutters. I wonder if there will ever be a day when he doesn’t make me feel like a love-sick teenager waiting for my crush to finally see me.

I look down at my outfit again. “Not too much skin?” I point at the shoulder that is showing.

“No.” He shakes his head. “Stop overthinking it.”

“Easy for you to say.” I shake out my hands, walking over to put on my wedges. “This is.” I look at him, there was a time when the Barnes’ family hated me, heck, there are probably a couple of them who still do. I sit on my bed, trying to still my heart. The whole day has made me a nervous wreck. “I broke five glasses today.”