Chapter 122

• The whole way to the restaurant, Holly couldn’t stop smiling, yet afraid to speak. It seemed like every time she talked to Colt the last few weeks it ended badly. He pulled out the chair for her, noticing she hadn’t said a word.
• “Something wrong, Holly?” He waived over the server, ordering wine for the both of them.
• “No. Just… I don’t want to ruin this. I always end up screwing things up.” She looked away, twitching her nose nervously.