Page 17 of We Can Forever

She beams. “It was amazing. I met Katie and Rose.”

“Oh yeah?” My pulse picks up, worry threading through me. They’re both polite and I’m not too worried about their behavior around adults, but this is Hannah. Someone special.

“They’re really nice girls.”

I sigh a little in relief. “They didn’t ask you about our date, did they?”

Under the table, my knee brushes hers the slightest bit. A tingle rushes through my leg, but I pull back, not wanting her to think I’m making a move this soon.

“They’re about the only people from this island who haven’t asked,” she laughs. If she even felt my knee touch hers, she’s either playing it off well or doesn’t care.

My hope is that she’s just as affected by it as me.

“What did you work on with them?” I ask, trying my best to keep my mind on her class with the girls and not on…other things.

“We’re doing scarves, but today was all about figuring out which yarn type is best for your project and casting on.”

“Ah.” I nod.

Hannah cocks an eyebrow. “You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?”

“Not one bit.”

We both burst into laughter, and she shakes her head. “I can teach you sometime, if you like.”

“I would love that.”

She studies me over her mug. “Really?”

“Absolutely. It’s been too long since I learned something new. I wish I could teach you something in return, though.”

“I’m sure you know how to fix all sorts of things. I could use a lesson or two in taking care of leaky faucets and loose door hinges.”

“Those things are a piece of cake. I can show you anytime.”

The thought of getting a look at her house is thrilling. It’s probably cozy and decorated in warm colors, just like her shop. And I wouldn’t be surprised if she has a little garden behind it or some herbs in the kitchen window. She seems like she has a green thumb.

My phone beeps with a text, and I pull it out to see it’s Nathan.

“Your car is ready,” I announce, my stomach sinking. How did an hour fly by so fast?

“Oh.” She sounds just as surprised as I am. “That was quick.”

“Way too quick.” Pocketing my phone, I study her—a long gaze that she blushes under.

“How about a redo of that first date?” I ask.

“I thought this was a redo.”

“Then a second redo.”

“Sure,” she laughs. “I’d really like that.”

“Awesome.” I stand and lead her out of the coffee shop. As we walk onto the street, I feel multiple eyes on us, but for the first time in quite a while, I really don’t care.

Let them stare. My eyes are busy too—but only for one person.

Chapter Seven

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