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to
you that you can fit in with my world. And that will be date number four and
I’ll be expecting my reward, assuming you manage to survive the ordeal, of
course.”
    Krista rolled
her eyes at him. “You’re so confident, huh. Well, I’ll take you up on your
offer. In fact, I know the perfect place for our next date. You don’t stand a
chance, Jake Crenshaw.”
     
    ****
     
    I woke up
the next morning with a smile already on my face.  The rest of my date
with Jake the day before had gone well. Besides serious misgivings that I was
dating Jake Crenshaw , a man completely out of my league, I felt a sense
of dreamy happiness.  I smiled at my own musings. Had Jake finally
convinced me that we were actually dating?
    Jake had
dropped me off at my door with toe-curling kiss and the promise to pick me up
the next morning for our third date. I was beginning to regret my ‘no sex until
the fourth date’ stipulation, but it did take some pressure off of me for this
date. This date was going to be all about Jake, and whether he could fit into
my world. And I planned on running him through the paces, so to speak.
    I
volunteered for an organization that reached out to under-privileged, neglected
or abused children. I had gotten to know quite a few of the children well, and
while I didn’t know their individual backgrounds, the tidbits that they let slip
were usually heartbreaking.
    Occasionally,
I acted as a liaison for kids who were still waiting for temporary placement or
as a courtroom advocate for the children in family court. About twice a month,
I helped chaperone local outings or activities for these kids. It was to an
outing today at a local park that I was taking Jake.
    I smirked
with smugness; he wouldn’t know what hit him. It was almost unfair. I had been
doing this for several years now, and I still came home exhausted each time. It
wasn’t so bad keeping up with the kids physically, it was just plain mentally
draining. The children were like emotional sponges, absorbing as much energy
and compassion as they could possibly eke from you. And those were the easy
ones.
    After cleaning
up my apartment, I began to get ready for my day. I dug through my wardrobe
looking for something casual, yet sexy. I was a clotheshorse, so I had lots to
choose from, but in the end I pulled on some faded denim jeans and a simple scoop
neck t-shirt. This would have been my normal attire for the day and I was
determined for Jake to see my real and decidedly unglamorous self. I pulled my
hair up into the ponytail I had shunned the day before and only applied my
usual makeup.
    I looked in
the mirror, studying myself. This was the real me. If today didn’t demonstrate
to Jake that we were totally mismatched, I didn’t know what would. I frowned. Why
was I trying so hard to push Jake away? I knew it was a feeble attempt to
try and protect myself from the inevitable. I turned away from the mirror
before I could no longer resist the urge to camouflage the real me with fancy
clothes and makeup.
    Jake showed
up at my door five minutes early. I pasted a nervous smile on my face and swung
the door open wide. Each time I first set eyes upon him, he took my breath away
anew. What was this gorgeous man doing with me?
    Today, he
had ditched the cowboy hat, but he was holding a bouquet of flowers. “I thought
you could add these to the roses.”
    I accepted
the flowers, shame washing over me as I recalled distributing the dozens of
roses Jake had sent me after our first night together to several ladies at the
local nursing home.
    “Oh, yes.
I’ve meant to thank you for the roses, Jake. They were beautiful.”
    Jake stepped
inside, “I don’t see them. I hope they lasted-”
    I cut him
off. “Let me just get these in some water and then we’ll take off. I don’t want
to be late.”
    My insides
fluttered when Jake smiled at me. “Okay. Where are we going anyway? Or are you
still going to keep me guessing?”
    I found a
vase in the kitchen