![]() I’m acting like a teenager, and I’m so embarrassed.” “Yes.” I felt like an idiot admitting it. I had my car window cracked open to get fresh air. It’s…it’s…I didn’t realize I wasn’t ready until now.” Just then, a horn blared off in the distance. I’m not going to be able to make it tonight.” “Valentina? Is everything okay?” His voice was deep and raspy. Taking a deep breath, I swiped and answered. It was Donovan, and I was twenty minutes late. The next time my phone buzzed, it was a phone call instead of a text. So that’s what I did for another five minutes. When my phone buzzed with an incoming text, I hesitated to look at it, knowing there was a good chance whoever it was would make me deal with my current situation. My palms were sweaty, my heart was racing, and I had the uncontrollable urge to flee to the safety of my home-although there was no way I could possibly drive in this condition. ![]() I’d never had a panic attack, but I was pretty certain that’s what was happening. ![]() I arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early, and yet I was still sitting in my car fifteen minutes after the time I was supposed to meet Donovan. Maybe I will come spy on you, tell you if he’s worthy of seeing your panties on the first date.” ![]() ![]() “Where did you say you were meeting him? Tom and I were talking about going out to eat. “You just want to make sure I go and check him out in person.” ![]()
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