When the doorbell rang downstairs, Sarah had just finished spritzing herself with her Ralph Lauren perfume. Erin left half an hour ago for her date night with Trevor. Apparently they were going to see a movie in their T-shirts and jeans. Sarah bit her lip as she did a final once-over in front of the mirror. She really hoped she could go through with this. She had to admit, the dress was a major wow-factor. But her nervousness evaporated when she pictured Bent with his two gorgeous models. Forget him, she thought, angrily. Kurl was just as good as Bent. Maybe he wasn’t quite as handsome as the boy with the beautiful name, but he sure was a heart-stopper on his own. Sarah took her millionth deep breath, smoothing out her dress, and went downstairs to the front door. Luckily her parents were both out at some client event tonight. Her mother would certainly have had a heart attack if she’d seen Sarah in this dress. As Sarah reached the last stair, she nearly slipped off it. “Darn,” she groaned. She pushed her foot back into the tiny shoe. These heels alone were killer to walk in. Sarah exhaled and opened the front door. Kurl’s back was to her. As promised, he wore his tuxedo as he had at the bonfire party. It was somewhat amusing that this boy who had grabbed her in the middle of a dark dance floor now stood on her doorstep. “Hey, Kurl,” Sarah said softly. As if in slow motion, Kurl spun around. He’d had a massive grin spread across his face. But then his eyes zeroed in on Sarah’s dress. And his face went rigid. The smile that had been there previously, was wiped clean. He opened and closed his mouth, as if unsure what to say. And just as Sarah hoped, Kurl’s eyes were literally popping straight out of his head. He let out a long, low whistle. He raised his eyes to Sarah’s. “You’re actually real, right? I’m not imagining this?” Sarah laughed, shoving him playfully. “Of course I’m real.” Kurl grabbed her hand and kissed it. When he looked at Sarah again, his eyes were starry. “If I’m not dreaming, I’m the luckiest SOB on this planet tonight,” he said. His eyes wandered hungrily over Sarah’s dress again. He shook his head, running a hand through his blonde hair. “Holy F-ing Jeez. I sure hope I am still capable of driving right now. You’re so freakin’ hot. I think you burned holes in my eyeballs.” He rubbed his eyes for effect, causing Sarah to swat him again. He turned and held out his arm to her. Sarah looped her arm through his and walked with him to his car. It was a silver Porsche. “This is an amazing car,” Sarah told him. Though she didn’t mention she’d already seen quite a few sports cars in the last twenty-four hours to last her a lifetime. Kurl opened the passenger door for her.Sarah stepped in and sat down on the black leather seat. She smiled at Kurl as he trotted around and hopped into the driver’s side. He started the engine, revving it loudly as the windows rolled down automatically.Kurl’s extremely loud music blared out of the Porsche’s speakers. Its beat seemed to vibrate right into Sarah’s skull. But Sarah didn’t care. She wanted nothing more than to forget about a certain boy. And tonight, she was spending time with this gorgeous hunk and his amazing sportscar. And for Sarah, that’s all that mattered. “Ready to have some fun?” Kurl asked as he backed out of her driveway, into the street.Sarah leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Absolutely!” Kurl grinned. He stomped his foot down on the gas. And defying the speed limit, the Porsche raced down the street.