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She’s wearing some kind of white pleated skirt with a white tank beneath and a really cool multi-colored denim vest that looks like someone hand-painted flowers on the fabric.

“That vest is gorgeous,” I say leaning against the door jamb as she goes to the mirror above the dresser. “Did you make it?”

“I did.” She meets my gaze in the mirror. “Painted the flowers and everything.”

“I bet you you’d make a fortune if you offered those up to the WAGs.”

She shrugs. “I already have a job and money. I don’t have time to take on anything else.”

“Well, regardless, you look beautiful.”

She turns and smiles sweetly. “Thank you.”

She slides her feet into high-heeled sandals that have a bunch of different colored stones making up the band that goes around her ankle, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if she somehow made those too.

“I bought these in Greece,” she says, reading my mind. “They’re my favorite sandals.”

“You have excellent taste. Maybe one day you can teach me how to dress.”

“You dress just fine,” she murmurs, the flirtatious tone in her voice impossible to miss.

“Thank you.”

She grabs a small purse with a long chain and puts it over her shoulder as we walk down the stairs together.

“See you later!” she calls to Reid.

Her brother and his friends are perched on a huge sectional playing a popular new video game, and Reid doesn’t even look up as he says goodbye.

I jog around to the passenger side door so I can open it for her and she climbs in. I get a nice view of her right leg as she does it, and that sparks a flash of a memory of those legs wrapped around me.

Jesus, it’s going to be tougher than I anticipated to be on my best behavior tonight.

“There’s some kind of street fair going on down there tonight,” she says as I pull out of the driveway. “On Main Street. Serena was talking about it earlier today. She, West and Joey were planning to go check it out.”

“Street fair?” I ask in confusion.

“I’m not sure of the details, but I guess they’ve been doing it the first Wednesday of the month all summer to get people excited about all the new stores opening. This is the last one until May, though. Serena said they’re going to feature one of the stores every Saturday in the fall and then they’re doing an outdoor skating rink for the winter.”

“Wow, they’re really pushing this whole small-town vibe, huh?”

“Yeah, they want to make Peachtree Heights everyone’s favorite big city small town.”

“There’s a mouthful,” I say with a laugh.

“For sure. It sounds like a great place to live, though.” She sounds a little wistful.

“Are you tired of the big city?” I ask curiously.

“Yes and no. I’ve been lucky to make some big money in a short amount of time, so I bought my condo, but honestly, I’d get so much more bang for my buck somewhere like this. Hell, I could even do better in L.A. because the maintenance and taxes in Manhattan are out of control.”

“Is L.A. the plan?”

“There is no plan. Not yet. I don’t like the cost of living in New York, but I love my condo, my friends, and the lifestyle of the city.”

I don’t know why but I’m disappointed to hear that.

“I think I’m more of a small-town guy,” I say thoughtfully. “Don’t get me wrong—I love to travel and experience all kinds of things, but when I go home, I like being able to just chill.”