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"Thanks! Now, take care of your customers. Wouldn't want any complaints that you're making them wait."
She sent me an air kiss before I stepped out of the bakery with my tiny carry-on, thankful that I'd mastered the art of packing outfits and shoes in small bags over the years. Liz had put the coffee cups in a cardboard tray so I could hold it in my left hand and drag the carry-on with my right one.
Once outside, I let go of the bag and took out my phone, checking if Dom had texted me. He had indeed.
Dom: I'm driving a Range Rover.
Reese: Okay.
I fidgeted in my spot. My stomach somersaulted, and I knew myself better than to think it was just nerves. I was looking forward to seeing him.
My heart started racing when the Range Rover turned around the corner. He stopped the car right in front of me and got out.
I shook my head. "Don’t get out. You're not allowed to stop here."
" I won't let you load your luggage by yourself."
"It's small and easy."
He just shook his head and took my bag in one hand, opening the trunk with the other one.
He was even hotter today, wearing a shirt and jeans. Casual clothing looked good on him. He'd seemed uncomfortable in that tux. Sexy, but uncomfortable.
"Thanks for picking me up from here," I said.
He opened the car door for me. "No problem."
As he closed it, I noticed Liz's face in the window of the bakery. She was grinning. Oh, God. Would she keep this a secret? I hoped so.
As soon as Dom got inside, he started the engine, and the car lurched forward.
"And by the way, I got you a coffee," I said, putting the espresso in the cupholder between the seats.
"Thanks, I need one. I've only had two today."
I looked at him closely. His eyes were a bit unfocused and swollen with sleep. He had a five-o'clock shadow, which meant he hadn't shaved. Somehow that increased his sex appeal tenfold.
"Not a morning person?"
He shook his head. "Not at all."
"Right," I said, opening the Notes app on my phone. "I've made a list of things we should talk about. Do you want us to start right away?"
He burst out laughing. "Let me have a few sips first. Otherwise, only half my neurons will cooperate.”
"We wouldn't want that," I murmured.
He took a sip and then grinned sideways at me. I was fiddling with my fingers. "You're nervous?"
"Yes."
"Then let’s start. What do you have on that list?"
"First things first. When and where did we meet, and did we know right away or not?"
"I have a feeling you already have some answers."
I cleared my throat. "I did prep something, but I think it should be a collaborative effort so it's realistic for both of us. Made-up scenarios always work better when they’re anchored in truth."
