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“Uh-huh,” I say, trying not to smile.
“Tomorrow?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll text you.”
“You don’t have my number,” I point out.
“Give me your phone.”
I pass it to him and watch as he types in his information. He passes it back to me and I tuck it into my purse.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell him, and he nods.
“Tomorrow.”
I climb into my car and wave as I back out of the parking lot and head home. Those butterflies from our first meeting are back and I try to kill them as I drive home, but it’s no use.
I like Fisher. Even if I don’t think that I should.
SEVEN
Fisher
I show up at the Wolf Sanctuary first thing the next morning. I’ve got a picnic basket in the backseat, and I grab it before heading for the front door. I knock a few times and wait, but no one comes to answer the door.
She must be out with the wolves already, I think, when the sound of a motor roars to life nearby.
I round the house right as Vera comes by, and she skids to a stop next to me.
“Fisher? What are you doing here?” She asks, turning off the four-wheeler.
“I’m here for our second date.”
“Um, did we make plans for that?”
“Not exactly, but I told you I’d see you today. I thought you could show me around this place. We can hang out and have lunch,” I tell her, holding up the picnic basket.
“Is this your way of viewing the property before you try to buy it?” She asks, and I shake my head.
“No, I swear.”
She frowns but finally relents.
“I need to get started with everything. Why don’t you put that basket in the house?”
“So, you can drive off as soon as I’m gone?” I ask, and she blushes.
“No,” she lies, and I laugh.
“Come with me. You can show me where to put it.”
She sighs but climbs off and leads me over to the house. We head inside, and I look over. The house is a bit dated, but it’s clean and everything seems well taken care of.
There are some framed photos on the wall of Vera when she was younger, with two people who can only be her parents. A lot of the photos have wolves in the background, and I smile. I remember how she told me that the wolves were the only family that she had left. At the time, I assumed that she was just trying to be funny or lighten the mood, but it’s obvious that it’s the truth.
“I think that can fit in the fridge,” Vera says and I hurry to catch up to her. The kitchen is clean except for a plate with some crumbs next to the sink.
