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see her looking at my lips, and my resolve crumbles to dust. I lean forward again. Bang —the loud crash of falling dishes brings me back to my senses.
    I look around and discover that we are the only customers left. We have been so involved with each other that I haven’t noticed. We decide to head out to the shopping portion of our date.
    I spend the rest of the afternoon shopping with Mattie. We continue to laugh and talk as we go from store to store. I find myself making an effort to keep a healthy distance from her. I think if I touch her, even a slight touch, it will set me off.
    I’m really enjoying the day with her, but this internal battle is starting to wear me down. I need to get her home so I can go back to my house and jump into a cold shower.

January

Mattie
    It’s our third date, and my nerves are a tangled mess. I think it’s because the date is going to be at Jeremy’s house. I trust him already, but I hope he doesn’t have the wrong impression about why I agreed to come. I wouldn’t usually go to a man’s house for a date, especially so soon, but the combination of Jeremy and Pride and Prejudice was too much for me to resist.
    I am not even going to tell Sarah anything about this. She’ll go ballistic! She’s overprotective sometimes, but I know it’s just because she cares about me.
    Jeremy offers to pick me up, but I make an excuse to drive myself over. I tell him I have some errands to run and I’ll need my car. I want to be able to leave when I choose. I guess Sarah’s unrelenting dialogue about Jeremy is making me cautious.
    I park in his driveway and take a good look around. This is really intimidating. I didn’t grow up poor or anything, but this place is palatial in comparison with what I’m used to. My parents worked hardto afford the typical middle-class neighborhood that I grew up in. We lived in a cute rambler with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. I never really thought about money during my childhood. I always felt that I had enough. I still do, but this house is so different from what I’m accustomed to.
    What am I doing with this guy? He’s so beautiful, it’s almost painful to look at him. Now I find out he’s rich. Extremely rich. I really shouldn’t use that against him, but this is way out of my comfort zone.
    I walk toward the house. It looks like a Tuscan-style colonial. It’s perched neatly on a few acres with a 360-degree Red Rock view. My stomach dips as I walk past the courtyard and its huge water feature. The sound of the tinkling water helps calm me a little.
    I take a deep breath and continue on to the front door. It can’t be just a normal door—no, it’s twelve feet high, made out of iron and brass. I’m feeling a little bit like Elizabeth Bennet in the movie we’re about to watch. I decide to keep an open mind and knock on the door.
    Jeremy answers almost immediately. His hair is all messed up, he’s wearing a pair of sweats and a ripped T-shirt, and he has peanut butter on his cheek, right below his eye. This is not what I wasexpecting. I look him up and down. It looks like a peanut butter party has taken place all over his clothing. I ask, “What have you been doing? Exploding peanuts?”
    He takes a look at himself and laughs. “It got a little out of hand. I’m usually pretty good at this. Come on in and I’ll show you.”
    I walk in, and my feeling of being overwhelmed returns. This place is spectacular! The windows are floor to ceiling to take advantage of the breathtaking views. There are cathedral ceilings with skylights. I see a solarium. I’m guessing there is a library, but I don’t want to snoop around too much.
    Jeremy leads me into his dining room. I’ve noticed something about his house: it is sparkling clean. This doesn’t look like a bachelor’s home at all. I ask, “Do you have a full-time maid or house cleaner?”
    He grins back at me and answers, “No.”
    “Do you have your mom living here?” He throws his head back