He had a plan. “Where are you going?” Cash asked. Rye dug in the couch cushions for his cell phone. “Found it.” He shoved it in the pocket of his jeans and gathered the paper bag he was taking to Cora. “Rye!” Rye looked up. Cash was standing at the edge of the hall staring expectantly. “I’ve got a date with Cora,” Rye said. “Why are you wearing a letter jacket…that…doesn’t belong to you?” “Got it at a thrift shop. All part of my plan.” “What plan?” “None of your business. Don’t wait up.” Grinning all the way, Rye headed to his truck and drove through town. He stopped at the florist for a bouquet of daisies and then drove on to Cora’s house. When Cora first made her confession, Rye’s brain had immediately gone to work seeking ways to get her into bed. He’d figured the sooner he took her virginity, the sooner she’d relax about it and have a good time with him. But after a while, he’d talked himself down. This was a long game. His best strategy was to forget about sleeping with her and focus on dating her.
