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Chapter Nineteen

A urora

I get inside my car and start it. Then I pull out my phone and eagerly open my text app.

Unknown: By the way, you look beautiful tonight.

A grin splits my cheeks as I re-read his message.

Me: We need to talk.

Tate: Whenever you’re ready.

Me: You busy for the rest of the night?

His response comes in immediately.

Tate: I hope so. I have plans with my girl if she can wrap up her date.

I laugh as my chest swells. My girl. I’ll never tire of that.

Me: My date just decided that he needs to check on his ex-wife.

Tate: You’re serious?

Me: I don’t think I was giving “available vibes.” But I also think he’s still in love with her.

Tate: Have you left yet?

Me: Parking lot of the restaurant.

I look up as a firetruck rushes by. The sirens wail so loud that my rearview mirror rattles. Wow.

Tate: Dropped Pin [Map Thumbnail of the pinned location] 72961 Annabella Drive, Nashville, TN

Me: What’s this?

Tate: My address. Meet me there.

Me: I get your phone number and your address in the same night?

Tate: Do you think that’s all you’re getting?

I stare at his words, unsure what he means. They could be taken many ways. But after what just happened in the restroom, I’m willing to bet I’m going to like it. A lot.

Instead of asking him for clarification, I put his address into my navigation system.

Me: I can be there in 26 minutes.

Tate: I’ll be waiting.