Page 24 of Clean Girl Spring

She held her breath, regret and embarrassment already beginning to raise their heads, when her phone vibrated with a new message.

Luke:

I know. I have your number, April.

He did? Since when?

Luke:

Wednesday? 7 pm at The Garden Table?

God, was she really going to do this? Accept a pity date with Luke Pointer? She hesitated long enough for him to send another message and heat flushed her cheeks as she took it in.

Luke:

Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Much. ;)

April:

Keep your mouth to yourself. Wednesday at 7 works.

Luke:

See you then.

What the hell had she just done?