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“You must be Ellodie,” he smiled a brilliantly white, obviously veneered, smile at me. “It’s nice to meet you in person.”
I smiled back, though it didn’t reach my eyes. “It’s nice to meet you, Darron.”
Darron Simpson, according to his dating profile and the information he’d shared about himself, was a surgeon. If I had to guess, he focused his practice on the very rich and famous. No pro bono cases for him.
He worked at the same hospital as me, and was a divorced father of two.
“Ready to go?” he asked as he took a look around.
I inwardly laughed at his obvious repulsion to my apartment complex.
A year ago, when I’d gone back to school to start my nurse anesthetist path, I’d contemplated buying a small house in Denton, but ultimately chose not to because I wanted something spectacular. Not something I could afford at the time.
So, the apartment would stay until I could get what I wanted. But I did have my eye on an up-and-coming subdivision on the outskirts of the city that made me drool every time I drove past a house.
I’d contemplated buying a lot—I mean, with my inheritance from my family, I could afford it—but I tried not to touch that money unless absolutely necessary.
Needless to say, the apartment was on the cheaper side because it wasn’t in the best part of town, but I continued to live there because I could save a lot of my paycheck to put toward my future home.
It was obvious that ol’ Darron was more than ready to go with the way he kept looking over his shoulder to make sure his car hadn’t moved.
“I am,” I confirmed, heading to the passenger side of his Audi.
He didn’t get the door for me, nor did he wait until I was inside before he dropped into his own seat, started the car, and put it into drive.
I rolled my eyes at his haste to leave.
Luckily, the drive was fast, and we got straight in because apparently Darron came to Top Golf a lot to work on his driving game… or so he said.
As a woman who despised golf—the only thing I could find somewhat exciting about it was the prospect of a tan—hitting the ball was surprisingly fun.
The not-fun aspect of it was the way Darron kept criticizing my form.
“If you pivot your hips…” he suggested, reaching forward.
I stepped out of his path and switched to a left-handed stance.
He backed away, eyes narrowed.
I gave the ball the best whack I could and was pleasantly surprised when it went to an actual number out in the field.
“If you would do what I tell you to do…” He crossed his arms and looked at me like I was a misbehaving child, instead of the woman he’d asked out on a date.
I leaned back and stretched my neck, wondering why I’d made the stupid ‘accept all dates’ resolution at the beginning of the new year.
The one and only date I’d turned down had been a possible serial killer.
At the time, I’d been upset with myself for not keeping up with my resolution and failing within three months of the start of the year. But now, after all I’d learned from my sexy cop friend, I saw that it wasn’t me failing, but actually surviving.
I mean, what would have happened if I’d taken that date?
Would I be dead like the others?
Even worse, I didn’t know how many others there were before or after me. Had I shared the vibe, would it have changed anything?
I didn’t think it would.
Truthfully, all I had to go on at the time was the weird vibe I was getting from him when he insisted on going for a hike on an unknown trail.
