Reeve couldn’t help but notice just how pretty she was with her long, blonde hair hanging in ringlets around her face. It framed the darkest eyes he had ever seen with the longest of lashes.

“Hi, I wasn't expecting to see you, but thank you very much for the flowers and the donkey. Felicia will adore it.” She sounded nervous. The confident air from yesterday was gone and replaced with a little bit of shyness. It was downright sexy.

He was more than charmed by the change. “Felicia is your daughter?”

The blonde nodded and clasped her hands in front of her. “That’s right.”

Reeve grinned; she was breathtaking. “Felicia, pretty name. I, however, did not catch yours. I think your mother rattled it off, but due to the speed at which she did, I never caught it.”

The blonde smiled and stepped forward in her fitted, low riding jeans and a light fabric top with pastel watermarks through it. It hugged her curvy chest and fitted in to her narrow waist. The long sleeves were fitted at the top of her arm and widened as they neared her wrist. She extended a slender hand to him with long, polished nails. “I’m Marina.”

He took her hand and was surprised at, for such soft hands, she had a firm shake.

Very professional.

She released his hand and turned to the man standing next to her. “This is Dan.”

Reeve shook the man’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Dan.”

“It’s good seeing you again, and without yesterday's company,” Dan replied with a genuine, warm smile.

It threw Reeve back a minute because he couldn’t place Dan being in the store the day before.

He must have looked puzzled because Dan laughed. “I was the one dressed like Jackie O. I go by Divinity when I’m in drag.”

He chuckled. What could he say? “I think it’s the fact you’re not in high heels that threw me off.”

Dan waved a hand through the air. “It happens all the time.”

It was an odd situation, but Reeve was surprisingly okay with everything. He was from Texas. Men wearing dresses was not a big thing, unless some reckless cowboy was getting married, and his redneck rowdies were drunker than the groom to be. He turned back to Marina. “I’m very sorry about Trey and Kyle. Despite what it may seem, they do come from good breeding and are actually pretty decent guys—most of the time.”

Marina looked like she didn’t quite believe him, but smiled. Reeve felt like he had been punched; the smile made her pretty features turn breathtaking. “I just wanted you to know I had no idea yesterday who you were and it wasn’t until last night—“

Reeve felt his heart sink. “You watched the show?”

“Yes, Dan and my store manager, Luke— I think you remember him from yesterday-- came over and we watched it. Interesting concept, I don’t know if I should look at you as brave or a lunatic.”

Reeve could not help but chuckle. “Maybe a little bit of both.” He liked her; she was pretty, witty and… “Instead, why don’t you look at me as a man who feels really bad about his rude friends and would like to take you to dinner.”