Mindy stood in front of her closet at 11:47 a.m. the next day, staring at three different outfits like they were life-or-death decisions. She never did this–dates or relationships. She was the girl who threw on whatever was clean and walked out the door. Yet here she was, holding up a cropped white sweater and dark jeans, then swapping it for a simple sundress, then back again.

Her phone buzzed on the dresser.

Marcus: Ready when you are. No rush. I’ll be the guy in the black Mercedes GLE trying not to look too eager.

Mindy laughed at the screen, cheeks warming even though no one was there to see...