On a scale of one to ten of bad ideas, going out on a date with Nick ranked somewhere around a fifty. She’d always been able to justify her decision to live like a hermit. Fear could be a hell of a motivator. And likewise, she didn’t date for the same reason that she kept her interpersonal interactions to a minimum at work: Livy hated lying. Always had. And a relationship founded on lies was doomed no matter her reasons for doing it. She shouldn’t have accepted Nick’s offer for dinner tonight. She shouldn’t have eaten lunch with him this afternoon. Hell, she never should have let him pack in her groceries or push her out of the snowdrift in the first place. She never should have exchanged even a single word with him. Common sense took a permanent hiatus from her brain when he was near, though. Her thought process stalled and all she wanted was one minute more with him. When their hands had touched earlier today, it sparked something inside of Livy. A desire so hot and thick that she’d nearly choked on it.
