When Timothy said he was taking me to dinner, I had no idea what to expect-or what to wear. He refused to tell me, and knowing him, it could be a corner table at the hottest place in town or something simple.

I walk downstairs and see him on his phone, pacing in the living room. I take a second to admire him in his navy shirt and dark pants.

He turns, and his entire expression warms as he takes in my gold cocktail dress and heels.

"Yeah. We'll talk later."

The phone disappears into his pocket, and a grin stretches across his face.

"You know the first time I...