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front door to him. I’m in a white
BoHo-style chiffon dress with a soft lace overlay, the hem hitting me
mid-thigh, and my brown cowboy boots. Several long necklaces hang around my
neck, a chunky cuff bracelet sits on my left wrist, and my hair is down.
    “What
did you do to your hair?” He asks.
    I
chuckle run my fingers through it. “I added a few pink strands. The kids at
work think it’s fun, and so do I.”
    “Me,
too.” He smiles softly and steps back, ushering me out the door.
    “Holy
shit, you have a Shelby Mustang!” I gasp as I close the door behind me. Will
stares down at me and then starts to laugh.
    “It’s
the same car I drove you home in after the party, Meg.”
    I
blink up at him and then gaze longingly at his car. I rode in a Shelby and
don’t remember? Impossible!
    “Please
tell me I didn’t throw up in it.”
    “Thankfully,
no.” He grins down at me and tucks a pink strand of my hair behind my ear.
    “Where
are we going?” I ask as he follows me down to his spectacular car and opens the
door for me.
    “I
thought we’d just go to a place downtown for dinner and maybe take a walk by
the water front.”
    Instead
of sitting in the leather seat, I walk to the rear of the car and gaze at the
snake emblem, the chrome, hell, even the tires are pretty.
    The
car is black, all black, with tinted windows, making the chrome look even
shinier. I feel my eyes glass over and I sigh.
    “Meg?”
    “Huh?”
I glance up into Will’s amused blue eyes and shake my head ruefully. “I’m
sorry, what?”
    “Are
you okay?” he asks with a chuckle and moves to me, settles his big hand at the
small of my back, and between his touch and this car, I can’t breathe.
    “This
is a Shelby.” I state, as if that explains everything.
    “I
know,” he responds. “Are you a motor-head?”
    “No,
I just really, really love your car.” Jesus, I love his car. This car is sexy
as hell. Suddenly, I picture myself going down on him in the front seat as he
drives and I gasp, squeeze my thighs together and run my fingers through my
loose hair.
    “What
just went through that amazing head of yours?” he asks, his eyes narrowed, as
he grips my shoulders and turns me to face him. I swallow.
    “Nothing.”
I lie.
    “You’re
a horrible liar.”
    “Let’s
just say, this car is really sexy, and does things to me,” I respond, not
looking him in the eye.
    “Really,”
he drawls and smiles widely. He takes a tiny step closer, and tips my face up
to look at him. His other hand snakes around my waist and he starts to lower
his face to mine, but I step quickly out of his embrace.
    “Don’t
get any ideas.” I warn him and walk over to the open passenger door. He steps
in front of me, blocking my way.
    “Why
not?” he asks.
    “This
is only a first date,” I remind him.
    “So?”
    “So,
no ideas, Montgomery.” I try to look stern, but can’t help but smile at him.
He’s just too… Will.
    “Don’t
tell me you have that stupid girl three-date-rule?”
    I
shrug, but don’t answer.
    Hell
yes, I have a three date rule!
    “Can
we count the engagement party as the first date?” he asks as he steps back and
allows me to slide down into the plush seat.
    I’m
sitting in a Shelby! Holy fuck.
    “No,”
I respond when he gracefully lowers his long frame into the driver’s seat.
    “But
I took you home,” he reminds me with a sly grin.
    “But
you didn’t take me there , so it wasn’t a date.”
    “What
about yesterday at the hospital?” he asks and merges into traffic.
    “Anything
that includes my job is not a date.” I laugh and run my hands along the dashboard.
“This car is my every fantasy,” I whisper.
    Will’s
head whips around and he stares at me, his jaw dropped and then he starts to
laugh, a huge, loud belly laugh and I join him, giggling like crazy.
    “Great,
so now you’re just using me for my car.”
    “You’ll
live.” I shrug. “So, how is Jules? I haven’t had a chance to call her since