I obsessively check the time again and take another look at my reflection in the mirror. I’ve spent far too much time and effort on my appearance for tonight’s date. After a great deal of deliberation, I decided to wear another dress since Sam seemed to like the white sundress. Not the most ladylike attire for a motorcycle, but hopefully it’s long and loose enough to keep me decent.

Sam didn’t say where he’s taking me for dinner. After the visit to his Aunt Leona’s, I’m almost afraid to find out. There’s no telling what might be on the menu. Frog legs, venison, squirrel. Whatever...I’ll be ready. The only surprise will be if he takes me somewhere normal.

When I hear a car pull up in front of the house, I hurry to the door. It can’t be Sam because he made a point of telling me it’s either ride on the back of his motorcycle or don’t go at all.

An older model red Camaro with dark tinted windows is sitting in the driveway. The door opens and a black leather boot steps out.

Sam.

I can’t believe he actually drove a car to pick me up. Now I’m wishing I had chosen a shorter dress to wear. One that he might have liked better.

What’s wrong with me?

I shouldn’t care one way or the other what he likes.

Sam slams the car door and runs up the steps. I’ve noticed he doesn’t do anything slow. He’s a continuously moving fireball of pent-up energy. He has on his regular jeans and boots, but this time his muscles are covered by a light blue button down shirt that brings out the color of his eyes. I could stare into those eyes of his all night long and never get tired.

“A Camaro?” I ask. “I should have known you would drive a fast car.”

He doesn’t answer and instead leans down to kiss me lightly on the mouth. I don’t pull back and secretly like that he doesn’t hesitate or ask me first before kissing me.

“Did you think I would be driving a station wagon?” he teases before pulling me closer to him and kissing me playfully a second time. “Or a mini-van?”

“You’re frisky tonight. What’s gotten into you?”

“I’m excited about taking such a pretty gal out on a date,” he answers. “I’m also very glad that I brought the car since you’re wearing a dress. You look beautiful.”

He means it. I can tell by the appreciative look in his eyes.

“You’re not so bad yourself, handsome,” I say. “So why did you bring the car?”