I was on a date. With Tyler Griffen. The cute contractor with a smile that could replace the sun, muscled arms that would make any woman drool, a laugh that melted my insides, and enough ink to make him interesting without scaring off my parents. How could this be my life? “What?” he asked, smiling my way. “Nothing. This just doesn’t feel real,” I admitted. And just when I thought the night couldn’t get any better, he reached across the center seat, sliding his fingers through mine. “I feel the same way.”
