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“Perhaps not. But even still, he came looking for you. That has to tell you something.”

“How did he look?” I can’t help but ask, wishing I had been there to open the door so I could lay eyes on him again.

“Gorgeous.” She sighs. “I thought you were over exaggerating about those eyes, but holy crap.”

“Incredible, right?”

“I swear the minute he said your name I knew exactly who he was because of the color of his eyes. The way you described them, like the sun reflecting off the ocean.”

“Breathtaking.” I smile, remembering how I felt when those eyes met mine for the very first time.

“Exactly.” She nods in agreement.

“What else did he say? Anything?”

“No. When he found out you weren’t home he asked if he could have your number and I told him I didn’t want to give it to him without asking you first.”

“You did?” I snort.

“I figure it isn’t my place. So, instead I offered to give you his number. Figured this way you would be able to decide for yourself rather than have someone decide for you.”

“You really are amazing.” I smile up at her.

“And you really should call him.” She taps me on the tip of my nose.

“I don’t know. I want to. It’s killing me knowing his number is sitting in a text message on my phone and with one quick dial I could hear his voice. On the other hand, the timing isn’t good.”

“You met him on the day you found out you had cancer. To be fair, your timing up to this point hasn’t been stellar. And yet it still worked out okay for you, didn’t it?”

“I guess,” I admit, weighing the pros and cons in my head.

“Look, you have his number, just think about it. Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I nod.

“If nothing else maybe you two can just text. It will give you an opportunity to feel out the situation while still keeping your distance.”

“I guess.” I knead my bottom lip between my teeth. “Now tell me it all again.”

My sister laughs, claiming the seat Heather occupied a few minutes earlier.

“Okay, but only one more time.” She wags her finger at me. “I heard a knock at the door,” she starts off like she’s reading me a story. I smile, closing my eyes as I picture it all in my mind.

His eyes. His smile. The way he says my name. Just thinking about it sends a flutter of excitement through me. I’ve never met someone who makes me feel like Abel. Just the mere mention of his name sends my heart into a frenzy. I can only imagine what it will do if I actually lay eyes on him again.

And while I know the timing isn’t right, just the knowledge that he came to my house, that he’s out there looking for me, confirms all the things I already knew. I’m not ready to give up Abel Collins just yet. And clearly he’s not ready to give up on me either.

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