Page 33 of Fierce-Colson

Nothing more than she was listening to her mother.

Find a guy who gives you all the tingles and speedy heart rate, then let the rest fall into place if it will.

She wanted it more than she’d ever confess.

Which was why she was stressing over her attire again.

She yanked out a different top. One more fitted to her body. Copper colored, which went well with her brown hair and eyes.

But it didn’t look so good with her looser fit blue jeans, so she swapped them for black straight jeans to the floor, a little wider on the bottom, then grabbed a pair of black pumps.

Perfect once the shirt was tucked in and a black belt with a touch of copper in it added.

She marched back to her vanity, checked her makeup one more time, saw it was flawless as it was when she left for work each morning, and not a hair out of place.

Her phone went off, her alarm telling her it was time to leave. Something she always did even if she didn’t need it.

But too many times she got caught up in other things and feared she’d be late more than she actually was.

She snatched her purse up, shoved her phone inside the pocket of it and left to meet Colson for a date.

Once in her car, she took a deep breath to steady herself.

This was absolutely ridiculous. There was no reason to act this way, let alone feel it.

She couldn’t help it.

Not the memory of his hands on her body in the courthouse earlier in the week while he frisked her.

Not the chills sweeping over her body as his voice was low in her ear.

Not even the memory of his hands under her shirt while they made out as teens.

When she arrived at the restaurant they were meeting at, she saw him pull in the minute she was getting out.

“Right on time,” she said.

“I normally am. I wasn’t so sure if you were or not.”

“Always.”

The smile on her face was wide, but he leaned in close, “Relax, I don’t bite. Not unless you want me to.”

She gulped. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“You threw the challenge out.”

“And it took you days to get back to me,” she countered.

He held the door open for her. “I’ve had to figure a few things out.”

Like having a teen at home, she was sure.

“Two,” she said to the hostess. If he didn’t like her speaking up, she’d rather know those things now.

She was who she was and that wasn’t going to change.

He didn’t seem fazed as they followed the hostess to a table and took a seat.