Chapter 30
BELLAMY HART’S PLANNING NOTES FOR A MILLION FROGS . . .
Time to start over.
To rip out the pages from the prior notebooks and begin again. But how the hell do I start with someone like Easton? I know how to make a dating profile for me. Been there, done that. Have the scars and the smiles to show for it. I can make one for any of my girlfriends too.
But for a guy who makes risotto that makes my taste buds sing? Who works with his badass grandma? Who’s familiar with Mrs. Whatsit? And who knew, too, just what to say to me when I felt terribly stuck, and then again when I felt free?
On the other hand, he’s also a guy who doesn’t want to date.
He’s a conundrum, and I don’t want to lead anyone on when I make his profile.
Least of all, myself.
So, I sit down to write him another letter, a little scared that these have become the best parts of my day.
Scared, and a little thrilled too.