Page 35 of Crazy Love

And what I know, I like so much. Too much.

It seems there’s no way around falling for the guy.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

FRESH AIR

PENN

After seeing Addy all week at work, I feel like I’m missing out over the weekend. The way she eyed me in her office gets me hot just thinking about it.

I smile, remembering the way she calls me Preacher Man.

No, I will not get distracted by her cute and clever sass.

I check my phone again, hoping for a missed call or a text. Nothing. Just my own reflection staring back at me on the blackscreen. I’m not even sure she has my number. Oh that’s right, she does…I just don’t have her number. I wonder how I could get it…

Fuck. It’s official. I’ve lost my shit.

I clearly have no clue what I’m doing. It’s like I’m physically drawn to her…all the time.I keep telling myself that I’m being her friend. I’m trying to make her adjustment with the job easier, yada yada, but the fact of the matter is, when I’m not with her, I’m thinking up reasons I should be.

It makes no sense.

I call Sam to see if he wants to go to the Pixie Pop-Up Market. He’s all for it, so I pick him up within the hour.

“The fresh air will do us good,” I tell him, as we drive toward Jupiter Lane. Like that’s the reason why I’m crawling out of my skin…not enough fresh air.

Meanwhile, my body’s trying to adjust to training camp again after going a little easier on myself this summer. Normally, I’d be happy about this day off.

“This was a mistake,” I mutter to myself, rubbing a hand down my face.

“What was a mistake?” Sam asks from the passenger seat.

He stuffs another bite of the granola bar in his mouth. I brought a few snacks to tide him over until we could pick out something better in one of the booths at the market. He’s watching me like he can see straight into my soul, which is unnerving.

“Nothing. Forget it.”

“You’re thinking about Addy, aren’t you?” he says, grinning.

I exhale sharply. “Why are you so smart? We’re here. Come on.”

He just laughs and hops out of the SUV, stretching his arms as if he’s been stuck in there for hours instead of just a few minutes. I swear, lately, he’s taller every time I see him.The market is already bustling, tents lining the street, scents of donuts, coffee, bacon, burgers, and fresh flowers all competing with each other.

The priority is feeding Sam and once he has a burger and a donut in his belly, he’s happy to just walk around, looking at all the different vendors. We hang out at the petting zoo for a while and then walk back toward the fresh vegetables and fruits, where I pick up a few things for the week.

I’m doing a pretty good job of focusing on Sam and anything but the gnawing feeling in my gut about Addy…until I see her.

She’s standing near a stall with a woman and…Camden. Because apparently, my day has to take a nosedive.

I don’t know what his deal is, but I think I should find out. Every time I turn around—well, all two times, really—he’s there, smiling that effortless smile, standing next to Addy like he belongs there. And maybe he does.

Sam follows my gaze and lets out a low whistle. “Uh-oh.”

“No, not uh-oh. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

His nose crinkles up as he stares at me. “No. You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

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