Page 7 of This Feeling

“Besides, don’t think I haven’t forgotten one of your college buddies works for the Giants and you told Gavin once you can get discounts on tickets if you asked.”

Sighing, he shook his head. “Fine, season tickets.”

“Time limit for this little thing? It’s almost summer, and I’ll be missing out on prime dating time.”

Sean laughed, then quickly sobered when I glared at him.

“Um, sorry. I wasn’t aware that you were dating again.”

“I went on a date with Gavin just the other night.”

His eyes went wide. “Gavin?”

“What’s wrong with Gavin?”

When he laughed, I glared at him. “Gavin is a sweet guy, but he was simply being nice by asking me out.”

Rolling his eyes, he said, “Besides, Gavin, are you dating?”

“I’m not currently, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t planning on it. I may have been interested in a summer fling. A girl has to keep her options open, ya know.”

His brows rose. “You? A summer fling?”

“Or maybe two.”

“Riiight. Okay, so how much time do the season tickets buy me?”

“Well, it’s the beginning of May, so…I’ll give you until June.”

“One month?”

“That’s the best you’re going to get from me.”

“Come on, Harper. I’m going to be paying a fortune for those tickets. I should at least get until July Fourth.”

When I didn’t answer, he started to pace again—and when the bell above the door dinged and Betty Lou Stark, the town gossip, walked in, Sean crossed back to the counter, cupped my face, and kissed me. “I’ll see you tonight for dinner, babe.”

It took everything I had not to shove him away and slap him. When he stepped back, I narrowed my eyes as he said, “Fourth of July, it is.”

“You little ass—”

“Oh, excuse me. I didn’t realize you two were an item again,” Betty Lou said, as her eyes bounced between us.

Sean smiled. “You know what they say. You don’t realize what you have until you lose it. I’m just glad Harper gave me a second chance.”

Standing behind Betty Lou now, Sean winked at me. I forced myself to smile.

“See you later at my folks’ place.”

I lifted my hand and fought not to give him the middle finger. “See ya later.” Inside, I was calling Sean Gallagher every dirty name I could think of as Betty Lou turned back to me, her hands on her heart and a goofy smile on her face.

“I just love love!”

Tina stared at me like I had grown two heads.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“You sold your soul to the devil for season tickets to the Giants?”

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