I realize that all the things I bought online will of course not be arriving today in time for my date with Kellen in eight hours. I groan, realizing I’m going to have to go shopping again. I know I just told him we have to take things slowly and there’s no earthly reason to suspect he might be anywhere near my underwear, but the thought of going on a date in my current sagging stash of lingerie makes me shudder.

Somewhere in the past decade, I slipped into my ...