CHAPTER 67

When Timothy said he was taking me to dinner, I had no idea what to expect-or what to wear. He refused to tell me, and knowing him, it could be a corner table at the hottest place in town or something simple. I walk downstairs and see him on his phone, pacing in the living room. I take a second to admire him in his navy shirt and dark pants. He turns, and his entire expression warms as he takes in my gold cocktail dress and heels. "Yeah. We'll talk later." The phone disappears into his pocket, and a grin stretches across his face. "You know the first time I realized how beautiful you are?" he murmurs as I take the final few steps. He rounds the couch to meet me, stopping a foot away. "Your dad and Haley's wedding. I saw you walking down the aisle, and my chest cracked in two. Because I knew I could never be your friend the way I had been, the way I swore to myself and your dad that I would be." My throat is thick with emotion. "How do you know just what to say to wrec