Page 24 of Lucy Locket


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“She listened to you.”

“She doesn’t listen to you?”

“Hardly ever.”

That causes the laughs to start again. Then, I confess, “I’ve always wanted a rescue dog.”

“You never had a dog?”

“Grandpa was allergic.”

“Ah.” Garrett holds the door for me as Blue leads the way into the house.

“It’s beautiful.” It’s a classic Chicago bungalow with dark wood trim and built-in cabinetry throughout. The one in the dining room is ornate and incredible with glass doors. Except, he doesn’t have anything in the cabinets.

“Thanks.” I follow him into the kitchen that appears to be original. There are fairly new appliances, including a dishwasher.

“This is nice.”

“I need to renovate, but I have no clue where to start.”

“Here.” I gesture to the kitchen. “If you could keep the original cabinets, you could update it without changing it too much.”

“Do you know how to do that sort of thing?”

“No,” I chuckle. Pulling out a stool next to his counter, I sit. “I watch a lot of home fixer-upper shows.”

“You sound like you’ve learned a thing or two.”

“No.” Shaking my head, I watch as Garrett pulls out two large steaks from his fridge. Next, he grabs everything to make a salad along with two baked potatoes. “Can I help?”

“Sure.” He smiles and that heat from earlier returns. He’s got a great smile. “You want to make the salad?”

“Of course.” Off the stool, I round the counter to stand next to Garrett. Have I mentioned how good he smells? Well, he does. He smells like a delicious mix of musk and something spicy.

“I like seeing you here.” His voice has gotten deeper. Glancing up, I notice he’s so close, I can see the flecks of gold in his iris.

“I like being here.”

When he raises his hand and touches his finger to my cheek, I hold my breath.

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I am?”

“I nearly fell over when I stepped into that office and saw you sitting there.”

“You did?”

“I did. My heart leapt in my chest at the sight of you. Then, you spoke and, Christ...” I’m still holding my breath even though his face is moving closer. “Your voice is as sweet as honey.”

“It is?”

“I honestly think everything about you is sweet as honey.”

“You do?” Geez. Why can’t I say anything other than two-word questions? I’m an idiot.

“I bet you taste like honey.”

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