The doorbell rings at six o'clock on the dot. I lay a hand across my lower abdomen as a thousand tiny butterflies take flight.

Inhaling a deep breath, I tell myself to calm down.

It's just dinner.

Nothing more.

A small thrill zings through me as I open the door. Matteo's dark eyes slide over my body, giving me the once-over. He never specified where we were going and I didn't want to open up a line of communication by texting him, so I chose an outfit consisting of ...