Her Place

Damion

I had picked up my phone to cancel the date at least five times. I was nervous as hell about leaving Oliver with a woman I had never met. I trusted Alex’s judgment. I also trusted Oliver. If Sadie did anything inappropriate, he would call her on it.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me leaving?” I asked Oliver, who was curled up with a book in his favorite chair.

“Yes.”

He didn’t even look up from his book. To his credit, I had asked him the same question repeatedly. I was nervous as hell and it wasn’t only about leaving Oliver with a new babysitter. I wondered what it was Alex had to say. I was hoping it was a good thing and not her telling me to fuck off for good.

I had changed clothes several times, trying to decide what was the best outfit. I ended up going with slacks and a simple polo. I didn’t want to be the stuffy guy from New York, but I didn’t want to be the farmer that wore dirty jeans everywhere.

I heard the sound of a truck coming down the driveway. Nerves threatened