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Bo rewarded her with another of his not-so-frequent grins. “I’m glad.”
“We should get going, Bo,” Lilli interjected. “I’d like to get to the city early enough to get out of it before rush-hour traffic this afternoon.”
“Okay.” Bo picked up their box again. “I’m glad you like the frog, Miss Abigail. I hope it’s useful to you.”
Though she had no immediate need of a frog skeleton, she could think of many ways it might be useful someday. “It will be. Thank you again!”
With that, she walked the Lundens back to their truck and waved as they pulled away.
When Abigail turned back to her plans for the day, she felt lighter, calmer, and less beset by worries and frets about Mel or anything else in her life.
On her own again, her mind was full of him again, but that was okay. In fact, it was good. She enjoyed thinking of him. She especially enjoyed remembering that kiss. Even if it never happened again, that was a memory she could cherish always.
Her life was as it should be, and she and Mel would figure out what they should be, whether friends or something else.
Chapter Seven
Mel sat at his placeat the Horde table and tried to focus on the business at hand. Focus had been a problem for coming up on a full day—ever since that damn kiss last night. His workload had been light today, mostly paperwork, which was fortunate because forming a coherent, linear thought that did not include Abigail Freeman took a full dedication of will.
He shouldn’t have kissed her. He shouldn’t have made that move at all, in any way. That few minutes of a single evening now seemed to be trying to rewrite his whole fucking life. He’d barely slept because his brain kept replaying the scene in 4K resolution, pinging all his senses. If he’d ever before thought so long and hard about any kind of romantic physical contact with a woman, he couldn’t remember it.
It had been a great kiss, for sure. First-ballot Hall of Famer. He wanted to do it again. He wanted to do a lot of things with Abigail, in fact, and now that he had an idea of what actually being up close and personal with her like that would be like, it was pretty much all he could think about.
The questions he’d had last night—what did he want, what did she want, what would it mean—ricocheted through his brain, remaining unanswered because he couldn’t fucking focus. A big part of him did not give a fuck about the answers. It just wanted Abigail, whatever that meant.
Was that just lizard brain, though? Or was it intuition?
He didn’t fucking know, and after less than twenty-four hours, he already felt crazy.
Also, he already missed her.
“Mel!” Badger barked, snapping his fingers. “You still with us, bro?”
Mel grabbed his focus by the throat and threw it forward. He sat up in his chair and turned to the club president. “Yeah, sorry. I got shit on my head today. I missed that last bit.”
Honestly, he’d missed most of the meeting, but he didn’t care. Anything important enough to require his attention, somebody would make sure they had it—as Badger had just done.
