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I nod. “Okay, now which shoes?”
After another hour of getting ready, I’m finally ready to go. Lennon left what feels like eons ago, leaving me twisted in a tangle of nerves.
There’s a knock at my door, and I open it to see Harrison standing there with a handful of daisies in his hands.
“Wow,” he whispers.
I blush. “How did you know daisies were my favorite flower?”
He holds out the bouquet. “I saw a few photos of daisies in your shop.”
I take the flowers from his outstretched hand and feel a slight pang in my heart at the mention of my shop. I move toward my kitchen, Harrison following after me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mention your shop.”
I shake my head, pulling down a vase from the top of my fridge. “No, it’s okay. Promise. These are beautiful,” I say, trying my best to sound upbeat. “I just don’t know if my shop will ever reopen.”
Harrison steps closer, reaching out to touch my arm. “Feb, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine.” But it’s not fine. I feel like my dreams are being run over by a Mac truck.
Harrison pulls me into his arms. “I want to fix this for you, but I don’t know how. You can open your shop in my shop.”
His words make me smile. “You’re too cute. God, I’m being so lame. We’re supposed to be having this great date, and here I am, a Debbie Downer, ruining the whole thing.”
He swipes a strand of hair from my face. “We can sit here all night crying over things, and I would still have the best night of my life.”
I could kiss this man. “That’s sweet, but I don’t believe you.”
“No?” He steps back, pushing up the sleeves of his button down, displaying his arm porn. “Let’s have a good cry.” He taps at his chin. “We could cry about theStar Wars: The Force Awakenstrailer. That gets me every time.”
“Because it’s so moving?”
He cracks a grin. “No, because it’s so terrible.”
“Oh, we could cry about squirrels.”
“Squirrels?”
“Yes, we can cry because there’s an overabundance of them in the world, and just not enough nuts to feed them all.”
“Is that true?”
I shrug. “I think I read a story about it. Maybe it was chipmunks.”
Harrison leans in, kissing my cheek. “If you want, we could grab dinner and have a good cry while doing it.”
“Or we can just talk about other things.”
“I love other things,” he says, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets.
Together we head out of my house after I give him a mini tour of the place, making sure I show him my prom queen picture back from high school. Once we’re on our way, Harrison lets me know we’re heading to a nice little restaurant in the heart of downtown—The Mad Vine.
I’ve always wanted to eat there, but Drake never wanted to venture out much.
Harrison grabs my hand as we drive, and the conversation flows easily. So much so, that by the time we make it to the restaurant, I feel like I know everything there is to know about Harrison Riggs.
But I still want to know so much more. I want to know all the things, mainly I want to know all his stories. About his life. What he was doing before coming back to fulfill his father’s dream.
