Crossing the Line

Mae

“I’m going to call you, Mae.”

The way he said it sent another shiver down my spine. I was treading on thin ice with him, but I didn’t care. I wanted to spend time with him. I wanted to get to know the man that had once been the boy I had a fierce crush on. “You better,” I said with a smile. “I know where you work.”

He gave me a smoldering look that sent butterflies flitting about low in my belly. “Friday,” he said.

I nodded and decided it was a good time to make a break for it before I said or did something stupid or embarrassing. I walked out of the museum, being careful not to trip or stumble and make a complete ass of myself.

I made it to my car, got inside, and released the breath I had been holding. “Holy shit,” I breathed. “What are you doing, Mae? He’s trouble with a big, fat capital T.”

Tyson was the forbidden fruit. He was the one man I couldn’t have. Patrick would never forgive me if I started dating his old best friend. One dinner did not constitute dating. I could enjo