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tell me.”
     
    Madison giggled; she loved drawing out her fun. “Will Sheron owns the largest ranch in this area. He supplies the beef for most of Ft. Worth. The last article I read about him claimed he was worth at least a billion.”
     
    My mouth hung open, and I nearly missed the turn I took every day to get home. “Crap,” I hissed as I corrected and turned. “He’s a billionaire !”
     
    “How do you not know that? Didn’t you say his daughter is in your class?”
    “She’s on my team, actually, but she is so far from what you would imagine a billionaire’s daughter to be. She wears clothes from Old Navy, for Christ’s sake!”
     
    “So they aren’t pretentious. That makes him even better,” Madison murmured. “I’m looking at an article. Damn, Mel, he’s hot.”
     
    “Yeah, I know,” I mumbled. “Listen, I’m home and have to take Nikki to her car. If I’m having a hissy fit closer to the date, I’ll call you back.”
     
    “Need me to come over?” she asked, sympathetic. I didn’t date much.
     
    “Nah, I’ll be fine. But I’m not looking up those restaurants. I don’t need that stress in my life. Maybe we’ll just go to Razzoo’s.”
     
    “Doubtful, but whatever. Call me first thing in the morning. I want every detail. Especially if you fuck him,” Madison snickered.
     
    “I don’t fuck on the first date, Madison,” I growled.
     
    “You should. You’d be a lot more fun,” she answered and hung up before I could argue. I grumbled under my breath and dialed Nikki’s number so she’d be up when I got home.
     
    ***
     
    At 6:45, I was one hundred percent ready and so antsy that I worried I’d bounce my foot right off. I paced some, settled on my couch, and paced again. My nerves were on fire, and the realization that I didn’t date enough explained them. I hadn’t been on a real date since Richard had asked me out, and that had ended poorly.
     
    Will was nothing like Richard, although I hadn’t asked around about him at all. I’d been teaching at Brayman for several years. I knew many people who had lived in Brayman for most of their lives and who would have known him. I could have, but that didn’t seem fair. I didn’t ask former teachers about my new students, either. I liked to develop my own opinions as I got to know them.
     
    Tonight would be a new experience for me—a date with a man who A) wasn’t married, B) seemed normal, and C) wasn’t just looking to get laid. Though Lord knows, I could use a good lay. Sex hadn’t been a priority in a long time, and I hadn’t had sex in a couple of years. My virginity might have come back for all I knew, but no, I would not sleep with him on the first date, no matter how horny I was.
     
    Satisfied with my rule, I walked to my room to check my face one more time. Although I rarely wore more than mascara, I had gone all out, even putting on eyeliner. My green eyes popped with the shadow I’d chosen. A YouTube makeup tutorial video had been a lot of help, although I would never admit to watching it, and like a guilty teenager watching porn, I’d deleted my history. After finishing, I’d sent a selfie to Madison.
     
    Mel: What do you think?
     
    Madison: OOLALA! Sexy mama! Who did your makeup?
     
    Mel: I did it myself. Good?
     
    Madison: Excellent! If that man doesn’t lose his mind, he’s probably gay.
     
    Mel: HAHA! Thanks! I worked hard on it. And the dress is perfect.
     
    Madison: Don’t forget to text me in the morning.
     
    Mel: Yes ma’am!
     
    At precisely seven, my doorbell rang. My stomach jerked in response to the nerves. I inhaled deeply, rolled my shoulders, and forced them to relax before I opened the door. He was on my doorstep with a bouquet of beautiful flowers and a big smile. He looked so handsome in his light blue, button-up shirt, starched jeans in the style of George Strait, and brown boots, that my breath caught in my throat.
     
    “Wow. You look amazing,” he breathed. He held