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“Sorry.” He straightened and pulled out his phone. “Just in case it’s Owen.”
“That’s okay.” My voice was breathy and my head slightly dizzy.
He answered. “Hey, bud. Is everything all right?”
It was Owen. Totally understandable. I loved that he kept his phone on to make sure his son could reach him.
“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks for asking first. I’ll be on my way in a minute.” He ended the call and pocketed his phone. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t apologize. Tell Owen I said hi.”
His smile was back. “I will. So, I’ll call you?”
Or maybe come inside?
No, don’t say that, Harper. Too soon.
My body protested, my lady parts trying to usurp control from my rational brain. Our night had gone so well. And I wasn’t just interested in him, I was insanely attracted to him. I’d never been one to jump into bed with a man, but for Garrett Haven, I would have made an exception.
However, my bad luck was still lurking. I needed to be careful.
“That would be great,” I said. “As long as you mean it.”
“I’m a man of my word. I’ll call you.”
Swoon city.
“I had a great time tonight. Thank you.”
“I did too.” He took a deep breath, and I hoped he’d move in to kiss me again, but it seemed as if the moment had passed. “Goodnight, Harper.”
“Goodnight, Garrett.”
I went inside and paused, listening to the sound of his car leaving. That had been the best first date I’d ever had.
But I sighed, knowing what that probably meant. He’d call, sure. To tell me he’d just been offered a job with the FBI and had to move to Washington, D.C. or something.
Or maybe not. He seemed to have sidestepped—or averted—my bad luck all night. Maybe the mirror curse had just met its match.
CHAPTER 11
Harper
The timer dinged and I rushed to the oven to take out the cake. Thanks to my alarm, that was definitely set to on and somehow did not wake me up, I’d started my day behind. Coincidence? Bad luck? I didn’t have time to contemplate. None of the day’s treats were going to bake themselves.
It was already mid-afternoon, and although it had been a hectic day, I was handling it. Plus, I was in a great mood, still riding the currents of post-first-date giddiness.
I can’t get you out of my head.
His words, delivered in that deliciously masculine voice, echoed in my mind. The feeling was mutual. I couldn’t get him out of my head either.
Letting out a little sigh, I set the cake on the island to cool. One date with Garrett Haven and I was a big gooey mess of feelings.
And temptations.
I leaned against the island. What would that stubbly jaw feel like against my face? Or… lower? For a moment, I got lost in a daydream, imagining Garrett’s big hands hauling me against him. The way his thick arms would feel wrapped around me, his strong body—
“Hey, Harper?” Beth asked.