My heart raced. Andrew Dubois was really flirting with me.
We pulled up to the bridal shop. Andrew turned to face me, and our eyes locked.
“Ninety percent,” Susan said with certainty.
I smiled to myself. I reached for my seatbelt, then paused when I had an idea.
“Would you like to come in and go over some details for the wedding?” I asked. “Since you’re already here, that is.”
Andrew shook his head reluctantly.
“I would love to, but I have some urgent business matters to attend to.”
My heart sank.
He reached forward and tucked a stray hair behind my ear, running his fingers across my chin as he lifted my face toward him. My skin tingled where his fingers touched me.
“Next time,” he said, his voice almost a whisper.
I nodded, though my disappointment did not ease.
“Next time.”
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