Maybe my mixed emotions were because I’d met Dave earlier in the day right after I’d decided that finding the ideal man in my small mountain resort town of Whitefish, Montana, might be a lost cause. Or maybe the flutters in my belly had to do with how much I already liked him. Either way, it didn’t help my nerves one bit when my mom called as I was getting ready and I’d (foolishly) told her about my unexpected date. She’d given me an earful that made me want to kick myself for answering my cell. “What do you even know about this guy, Holly? He could be an axe murderer and you’re walking right into his clutches.” “He’s not a criminal, Mom. He’s a web developer.” She scoffed. “That’s what he says. . . You’re taking separate cars to the restaurant, though, aren’t you? I’ve always told you to never get in the car with a stranger.” “Mom, I’m twenty-nine. Not fifteen.” “You’re never too old to be cautious, dear. I don’t want you to jump into anything without thinking just because there are no other single men in your tiny town.”
