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Shay startles and sits up.

“Oh, we’re here.”

“Yep.”

I climb out and walk around to her side.

When I pull the door open, she rolls her sleepy eyes at me.

I like it.

Damn it.

“One of these days, you’ll listen and stop opening my door for me.”

“Unlikely.”

I follow her to the door, and as soon as we reach it she shoves me back.

“Go away. I can open my own door.”

“I know.” Grinning like a fool, I rest a palm to the door frame as she turns the handle, and then I lean in. “But then I wouldn't get to see your face when I tell you that I hope you had a great time with your coffee and books in Wind Valley. I know I did.”

She sucks in a breath, and my gaze flashes to her pink lips as they part.

Then my heart pounds and my brain screams,kiss her!

I lean in, and I swear her eyes close as if she’s going to let me do it, as if she wants it, too, but then I feel the heat of her hands on my chest as she pushes me again.

“Gah! You’re the worst.”

She ducks inside and slams the door in my face.

I walk back to my truck with my head hung low.

I’m so fucked.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

SHAY

If you could actually die of embarrassment, I would have dropped dead on my front porch last night in front of Luca.

It’s one thing to lie about having a date, but to lie to someone who drove you to another town, caught you on your not date, then held onto that secret just to reveal he knew the truth hours later is … I’m dead. How do I go about this now? He’s going to have the upper hand in our teasing, and I can't have that.

I walk a little faster as I near Sips and Stories, Sadie’s bookstore. I texted her, Grace, and Brooke first thing this morning for an emergency girls’ night, but because they all have lives, we are having an impromptu lunch hour meetup in the sports romance section.

I walk in the door, glancing to the side of the store that opens up to Hudson’s Bar. The lunch rush hasn’t hit yet, so I quickly make my way to the aisle I need. All of the girls are waiting for me.

“There she is.” Sadie beams.

“Good. I want to know what happened last night.” Grace grins.

“What was last night?’ Brooke asks.

“Shhh.” I wave a hand for them to keep their voices down, and then I peek out of the aisle.

We’re alone.

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