Save Me(WITSEC #2)(46)

He nodded. “Colt told us you started therapy.”

“Yeah, I had my second session today. She wants to see me twice a week moving forward.”

“I’m sorry for not talking to you about what I feel for you and to see if you were comfortable pursuing a relationship with me as well. I meant to talk to you one-on-one…” He trailed off. It was clear that he was mulling over his words. “I should have tried harder and I’m truly sorry for that.” He sounded so guilt-ridden.

“You can talk to me now,” I said.

He didn’t hesitate to take the second chance I was offering him. He took my hand in his. “Shiloh, I think you’re the most amazing person I have ever met and I have feelings for you.”

I kept my cool. “What kind of feelings?” I had to make him work for it a little.

His mouth stretched into a smile. “The romantic kind.”

“Oh, wow.” I pretended to sound surprised. “What happens now?”

His smile didn’t waver as he shook his head at me. He pulled me closer until our bodies were touching and hooked an arm around my lower back. “You could let me take you to lunch and, if you’re up for it, we’ll go see the new Marvel movie after?”

I couldn’t have kept myself from smiling if I’d wanted to. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“I am.”

I felt a little nervous. “I’ve never been on a date before.”

“Yes, you have,” he said, staring down at me with what looked like devotion in his eyes, as if I were the most precious thing he had ever held in his arms. “We’ve gone out on many of them. The only difference with this date is that there are only two of us when all the other times there were five.”

Just like that, my nervousness evaporated. “Okay.”





Keelan took me to a French bistro called Zoe’s for lunch.

“Keelan, this place looks closed,” I said as we parked in front. The parking lot was empty and I didn’t see a soul sitting inside through the restaurant’s windows.

“It is,” he said, turning off the car. “The owner is one of my students and she—”

“She?” I blurted and snapped my mouth shut, blushing.

Keelan grinned. “You have nothing to worry about, baby girl. Zoe is happily married to a woman.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“Don’t be. I find almost everything about you adorable and that gave me a good ego boost.”

“I’m glad to help your already-big ego. Mine doesn’t know how to take being called adorable.”

“I’ll happily tell you how sexy I think you are and all the dirty thoughts that enter my head when I look at you,” he said as his eyes dropped to my mouth. “But I figured I’d keep this date respectable or else we might not make it inside.”

My toes curled in my flats. I wish I’d had more time to get ready. All I had done was throw on a white summer dress and put my hair in a braid to the side. I cleared my throat. “Maybe you can tell me later.”

He chuckled. “I can do that.”

I was now more excited for that than lunch.

“Back to what I was saying…Zoe is the chef and owner. She was taught at that cooking school in Paris.”

“Le Cordon Bleu?”

“Yup, that one.” He pointed at the restaurant. “This place is only open for dinner, but she’s making an exception today. I’ve talked to her about how you love to cook and she offered to cook us a private lunch, or if you want to, you’re welcome back in her kitchen to cook with her.”

He talked to her about me? “Wow, Keelan” were the only words I could form.

“Shall we go inside?”

“That’s a silly question,” I said, unbuckling my seat belt and climbing out of the car.





Zoe was an amazing woman and chef to meet. She was a short lady with a confident personality and a head full of orange, wild curls. Keelan and I never sat at a table for lunch. We followed Zoe into the kitchen and stayed there. Zoe showed us how to cook a few of the dishes she served, which I got to help make while Keelan stood by watching me with a smile. After the food was made, the three of us ate it right there in the kitchen. Zoe’s passion and the way she talked about food reminded me of my mom and it made me nostalgic.

After that, we went to the movies and I overstuffed myself with popcorn. For the entire drive home and as he walked me to my door, Keelan held my hand. Once we were standing on my porch, Keelan surprised me by yanking on my hand. I fell into his arms and he kissed me. The way he kissed was smooth and confident. His tongue caressed mine in a way that made my knees go weak.

This should have been our first kiss, I thought. There wasn’t any guilt behind it.

He pulled away and stroked my cheek with his fingers. “I should go. I’m sure Colt and Creed are wanting to see you.”

I fisted his shirt in my hands. “Stay.” His brows rose and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. “I mean, we haven’t had a Game of Thrones date in a while. Maybe just you and I could watch it at my place?”

He tilted his head toward his house. “Let me run home really quick to change and I’ll be right back.”

I nodded and we went our separate ways. He ran back home and I went inside. I changed into my Wonder Woman PJs and removed my makeup. As I dried my face, I looked at my stitches. I couldn’t get them out until Monday. Scrunching my nose, I covered the ugly sight with my hair.