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stomach do a little flip. Seth got out of the car then strolled around to open the door for me.
    “Thank you.”
    He stood close to me again, and I found myself holding my breath, waiting to see what he would do this time. I was disappointed again when he backed away without making a move. I chastised myself again for my crazy thoughts. Maybe Macy was right, it had been too long for me if I wanted a near-stranger to kiss me.
    “Well, um, goodnight Seth. And thank you again for linner,” I said with a smile then turned and headed towards my house.
    “Calida?”
    “Yes,” I answered, turning to face him.
    Seth stood with a lopsided smile on his face, leaning lazily against his car, looking like the epitome of tall, dark, and sexy. 
    “Are you going to give me your number, or am I supposed to just stake out your house so that I can see you again?”
    It took all of the self-control I possessed to stop myself from squealing like a schoolgirl and jumping for joy. Still, I tried, but failed, to act cool about the fact he just asked for my number because I felt myself grinning like a Cheshire cat.
    “I um, don’t have any paper,” I replied, patting myself down.
    “That ’s okay. Just give me your phone.”
    I pulled it out of my pocket and quickly unlocked it before handing it to him. Seth punched in a number then I heard ringing coming from inside his car. Our fingers touched when he gave me back my phone, and we let them linger there for a moment.
    “Until next time,” he said with a smile before climbing back into his car.
    I stood there watching until his taillights faded away. I did a happy dance in my front yard, not caring if the neighbors thought I was crazy, before I ran into the house to tell Macy.
     

    Chapter 4
     
    I had been awake for a while, but instead of going for a run, I stayed in bed and thought about Seth. I had saved his number in my phone, but I knew I ’d never call him. He was just being polite when he asked for my number, so I had already resolved myself to the fact he wouldn’t call me.
    The doorbell chimed, making me glance over at the clock to see the time. It was ten in the morning, and we didn ’t get many visitors. In fact, in the months we’d lived here, we’d only had one or two conversations with the neighbors.
    Climbing out of bed, I went to go answer it. Macy sauntered into my room before I could exit, carrying a vase of two dozen of the most beautiful long stemmed red roses and wearing a wide smile.
    “The Good Doctor in love with you already?” I asked, rolling my eyes as I sat back down.
    Some of the guys Macy dated were only good for one thing, but others I thought had potential. She was quick to end things with those guys once she felt it was moving beyond the realm of causal dating.
    “These are for you,” she replied, placing the vase on my nightstand before handing me the card.
    “What!” I exclaimed taking the card.
    My eyes quickly scanned the short note, and I felt myself smile broadly.
    “Tell me what it says!” she urged, bouncing on my bed like a child.
    “It was nice bumping into you again, Seth,” I said, grinning like a schoolgirl. “Oh my god, Macy, he sent me flowers. I made a complete fool of myself. Twice! And he sent me flowers!” I squealed, flopping back onto the bed.
    Rolling over, I took a long whiff of the roses. The light, sweet, aromatic smell invaded my senses, filling me with giddiness. No one had ever sent me flowers before. In the four years that I dated Paul, he had only given me flowers twice and never roses. I got carnations on the first Valentine ’s Day we spent together and lilies for my birthday one year.
    “Looks like Seth is into you,” Macy stated, taking the card from my hands. “You should call him and say thank you.”
    “What? No. He’s….”
    “He ’s in to you, hunny. No man sends two dozen long stemmed roses for the hell of it. And you didn’t even fuck him. Wait! You better not be holding out on me! Did