Chapter 6Greg stood two feet from me, a riot of emotions flashing in his green eyes.
“What…what are you doing here?” I was floored to see him.
He smiled softy and stepped so close I could smell his eucalyptus shampoo and I fought the urge to breathe him in.
“I was sitting at home, feeling out of sorts because you weren’t there, thinking about your dates and—hey, is that Nelson?” he asked, pointing over my shoulder.
“He was one of my speed dates.”
“Nelson?”
I nodded but pushed him to continue. “You were saying…you felt out of sorts?” My heart was slamming against my chest as I waited for him to go on.
He brought his gaze back to me, his expression guarded. “Did you meet anyone nice?”
I shrugged. “They were all nice, for the most part.” But none of them were you.
“Even Nelson?” His
