Page 18 of Only You

I stood outside the empty shop and peeked through the windows, imagining everything was set up inside. I was nervous about going to the bank because I was afraid I would get turned down for the loan. If I did, I’d have to figure out another plan because, one way or another, I was opening a flower shop.

“Finding anything interesting in there?” I heard a man’s voice from behind.

Turning around, my eyes locked with the blue eyes staring back at me. I swallowed hard as my heart began to beat faster. Words wouldn’t come from my mouth, and I stood there staring at him like an idiot.

“I don’t suppose there’s much in there.” A smirk crossed his sexy lips. “Although it was once a flower shop.”

“That’s what I’ve been told, and hopefully, before too long, there will be another flower shop in this space.”

With his hands tucked into his pants pockets, he leaned in closer.

“Do you know something I don’t?” The corners of his mouth curved upward.

“Maybe.” I smirked. “I’m actually on my way to the bank to present my business plan.”

“You want to open a flower shop?” he asked.

“I do.”

“I’m Alex.” He extended his hand.

“Hannah.” I placed my hand in his as the fluttering in my belly intensified.

“It’s nice to meet you, Hannah.” His captivating smile shook me. “Do you have an appointment at the bank?”

“Yes.” I glanced at my watch. “In fact, I have to be there in ten minutes.”

“I’m headed to the bank as well. How about we walk there together? It’s right around the block.”

“Oh, okay.” I bit my bottom lip.

“How long have you lived in Harbor Falls?” he asked as we walked down the sidewalk.

“I don’t live here yet, but I hope to. My sister lives here.”

“Where are you from?”

“New York City.”

“A city girl.” A smirk crossed his lips.

“One hundred percent.” I smiled.

“And why do you want to move to a small town?”

“I need a life makeover, and Harbor Falls is the perfect place to make that happen,” I said.

We reached the bank, and he opened the door for me. When we stepped inside, I noted how everyone stared at him.

“Who are you meeting with?” he asked.

“Phil LaCrosse.”

“Ah, Phil. Follow me.”

I followed him to an office made up of glass, and he lightly tapped on the doorframe.

“Alex?” The older man stood from his desk. “My goodness.” He walked over and lightly hugged him. “How are you?”