“You’re full of it. I’d be the one that thinks of all the cool ways to kill everyone and have some strong guy do it all. Heck, I’ll get you to do it and then kill you in the end.”
Phillip could only blink as Reese shook her head. “You’d kill me?”
Claire nodded. “Yeah, I want to win. I’m a winner, Phillip and I know you’d kill me.”
“I would not!” Phillip said, smacking his hand on the table but, before he could go on, Reese placed her hand on his.
“Wow, this is crazy, let’s move on. So Claire is doing a new solo in the recital, aren’t you?”
Claire laughed as Phillip continued to glare. He then smiled, reached across the table, and pinched her nose. “That’s wonderful, I can’t wait to see it, but just to let you know, you couldn’t kill me.”
“Oh for God sakes, Phillip!” Reese yelled. Thankfully, the food came, all talks of Hunger Games stopped, and they moved on to the recital, which was the night after the first playoff game. Reese was really excited for it because it wasn’t about winning, it was about having fun, and the girls really shined on those nights for their parents. She was excited too because Phillip was going to be home and could come.
“I have a question for you.”
Reese paused from picking up a sushi piece and looked over at him. “Yeah?”
“We have this party thing that Elli is having for us before the playoffs start. Can you come with me?”
She smiled as she said, “Sure, when is it?”
“Thursday.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
“Okay awesome, because I don’t want to take my niece. She’d kill me in the Hunger Games, you know?”
She rolled her eyes as they started back up on why Claire would kill him and how he would kill her before she could even think to kill him, and Reese decided that these two were crazy. But then she decided that she liked their crazy. A lot, and that she’d rather be around them and all their crazy than be anywhere else.
Phillip pulled the sleeves of his suit to his wrist as he stepped out of the limo that he had rented for the night. The driver tipped his hat to him, handing him the big bouquet of red roses, before he started for Reese’s door. Phillip was nervous, and he was pretty sure it was because Reese might think this was a date and that could be because it was a date. He could remember their conversation like it was yesterday, when he told her that she’d know when they were on a date. There would be flowers, a driver, and his hands would never leave her sweet body. Popping another button at the neck of his white shirt, Phillip made his way up the steps but, before he could get to the door, it opened and there stood his date.
His heart.
Reese was stunning. Mouthwatering. Mind blowing. If he were to look in the dictionary under most gorgeous girl in the world, Reese’s picture would be there. Corny? Yes, yes, it was but he didn’t care. She was beautiful and left him speechless. Standing tall in silver heels, she wore a short, black sparkling dress that she had covered with a long, black coat. He couldn’t wait to see the back because he knew Reese, and he knew that her gorgeous tree tattoo was probably on display. Her hair was down in loose curls, her makeup dark, making her eyes look dangerous and mischievous. Looking up and down her gorgeous body, Phillip found himself fighting for his next breath as he held out the roses for her.
“Oh my goodness, Phillip, they are gorgeous.”
“Not as gorgeous as you,” he said. He knew it was cheesy but, to his delight, she grinned up at him as she took the flowers.
“Well, thank you, you are looking mighty smoking tonight,” she said, flipping up the lapel of his sports coat. She turned, and he followed her inside. He could only watch as she laid the flowers on her desk before getting a vase and filling it with water in the bathroom. Placing the flowers in the water, she made sure they were good before turning to him and saying, “You really didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.”