so she goes home early.

Elizabeth quickly dressed in the back room and went straight for her car. She didn't say goodbye to her coworkers or stop at the food court for a snack. She walked directly to her little Honda, started the ignition, and tried not to let the awkward day of work travel home with her. After all, tonight was her date with Sam and Elizabeth had a lot to look forward to. With her extra time off, she would have plenty of time to prepare and get dressed up.

She wasn't sure where Sam was taking her, but she knew he wouldn't let her down. Whatever he had planned, it was going to be amazing.

Sam didn't need to know what she did today. She wasn't planning on telling him anything.

After a short drive, she pulled into her driveway and noted that neither of her parents were home. They had decided to spend the weekend in the mountains and Elizabeth had the house all to herself. Maybe after the date, she and Sam could...no. Sam was the son of a preacher and a really good guy. There is no way he would spend the night, let alone on a Saturday. He had to be up bright and early for his father's Sunday morning service.

Elizabeth opened the garage door and went upstairs. Her mother was an interior designer, so everything was spotless and arranged in a neat pattern...except for her room of course. Elizabeth stepped inside her bedroom and had to dodge piles of laundry, bottles of makeup, a couple of magazines, and several sheets of thrown away paper that had obviously not made it into the overflowing waste basket. She plopped onto her unmade bed and hugged the pillow.

It was only three-thirty and she had plenty of time before Sam came around to pick her up.