“I’ll pick you up Saturday. It’s a date.”

“Okay.” She tucked a loosened strand of blond hair behind her ear.

He followed the motion of her hand, his heart beating rapidly. Should he trust his first impressions of Evy Shaw? Sweet, smart, very pretty. Was his initial instinct about her correct?

“You don’t have to wait for me, Charlie.”

“Of course I do. I’ll walk you to your car.”

She slung the purse strap over her shoulder. “Another Southern-gentleman thing?”

He followed Evy to the front door. “So let me be one, okay? And for the record, I want to walk you to your car.”

Evy worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she set the alarm. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. Before he did something stupid.

Suppose he was wrong about Evy? Could she be hiding behind a mask, the image she wanted him to see? And if so, why?

Who was the real Evy Shaw? Was seeing believing in her case?

Maybe… Maybe not. Only time would tell.