She was anxious to see what he had planned for the day, since he asked if he could make the plans. Delaney agreed with some hesitation. She didn’t like surprises. She liked to plan ahead. But she didn’t want him to think she couldn’t be at all spontaneous, or didn’t trust him. Although she supposed both were true to some extent.
Trying to put it out of her mind, she turned the stereo down and lost her thoughts in the music, the dance, the release. The only real release she’d had in years. Her dance.
Showered and dressed, in layers since she didn’t know where they were going, a pretty yellow tank top, loose and flowing, topped by a short-sleeved brown shirt over denim capris since it was supposed to be warm, Delaney studied herself. He’d never seen her in anything but jeans. She supposed she should look like a girl for him at least once. The capris were more fitted than she liked. They looked fine, not too tight, but the tank top was the new high low style that dipped nearly to her thighs in back while swooping up almost to the top of her jeans in front. It showed her shape well, or it would if she had to take the button-front shirt off. Why shouldn’t she show her shape? She worked hard to make it what it was and keep it there, despite all of her recent splurging.
But it started to make her nervous and she didn’t need that on top of not knowing their plans, so Delaney changed her mind and slipped into her loose jeans. And her boots. They felt protective.
Take another step, Delaney. Just one more small step.
The voice in her head made her pulse race, but she took a long deep breath with her eyes closed and thought of Eli’s face, of his hard shoulders, his chest, of how she’d love to see them uncovered.
Another step, Delaney. You can do it. You can.
With one more deep breath, faster this time, she changed back into the yellow tank and brown shirt over blue jean capris. While her guts were functioning okay, she put her boots back and opted for the yellow and brown dance-style shoes she loved and had never worn. Grabbing socks and tennis shoes to take with her in case he had something active in mind, Delaney hurried down the stairs, yelled a goodbye, and went out to the porch to wait for him. The last thing she needed was a comment about her outfit. Then she’d have to go right back up and change.
She didn’t have to wait long. By the time he got out of the truck and headed toward her, she was nearly in his arms.
“Hey Del, I would have come to the door.” He kissed her cheek.
“I’m saving you from that. Pat’s in a mood.”
“Sorry.” He ran his eyes over her. “You look great, and what do you know, you have legs and toes.”
Her heart pounded. “Are you being facetious?”
“Not at all. Well, maybe about the toes, since I have seen them on the beach a couple of times.” He hugged her with another kiss, aside her head this time. “Relax. You do look great. And I’ll be happy to keep you out away from your brother-in-law all day.”
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