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“I will. What are your plans?”

He shrugged. “Probably head to The Blue Moose with a few friends.”

Nodding, I said, “Well, don’t drink and drive.”

Laughing, he hit me on the side of the arm. “Thanks for that piece of advice,Mom.”

I walked him out and noticed another car heading down the driveway.

“Perfect timing on my part!” Nathan called out as he climbed into his truck and waited for Sophia to drive up. He honked, and I waved, stepping down to meet her at the car. I tried to ignore the way my heart raced in my chest. Hearing her voice the other day only intensified the anticipation of meeting her in person.

I opened the car door, and Sophia stepped out, looking even more beautiful in person.

“Wow,” I said as I took her in. Slowly shaking my head, I struggled to form a thought.

Clearing her throat, she said softly, “You look very handsome.”

“Thank you,” I said, trying not to let my eyes roam her body a second time. Her dark blue dress was satin, and the way it crossed over in the front showed off her…assetsin the most jaw-dropping way. She turned, and I nearly groaned when I saw the back. It plunged nearly to her ass, and I had to force myself to swallow. The slit on one side stopped at mid-thigh, and it took everything I had not to adjust my growing erection.

Leaning into her car, she grabbed a clutch and a small shawl. “The temperature is going to drop tonight, and while the reception is inside, they have a patio with a dance floor and some tables set up…or so I’ve been told.”

All I could do was nod.

Sophia raised her brows, and I shook my head again. “I’m sorry, it’s just…you look stunning, Soph, and I was caught off guard, and if I move…well.”

Her eyes lowered—and then widened. A breathy “oh” slipped free before she looked away. “Your house is…it’s big. I mean—it’sbeautiful.”

I smiled. “Thank you. Do we have time for a tour?”

Glancing at her watch, she nodded. “I’d love a tour.”

I motioned for her to start toward the house while I closed my eyes and mentally kicked myself for basically telling her I was hard from looking at her. She was going to think I was a total jerk.

Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled. “Still can’t move?”

I quickly caught up to her, inhaling the cinnamon vanilla scent she’d left in her wake. The smell of her wasn’t helping matters.

Chapter Eight

SOPHIA

I was still trying to catch my breath as I pulled my gaze away from Josh. Lord, if he wasn’t even more handsome in person—and in a suit. My pulse was already racing, and once I stepped out of the car, and he let his gaze roam over me, I was positive he could hear my heart thundering in my chest.

I’d never had a man look at me like he was…hungry.

I looked at his home, which was stunning. It was one story, with stone along the bottom and a clapboard design the rest of the way up. It had flowerbeds everywhere. He had to have had them professionally done, unless he could add gardener to his lengthy resume.

“The grounds are…stunning,” I said as he put his hand on my lower back and guided me up the sidewalk.

“Thank you. My cousin Avery owns a floral business, and she’s dipping her toes into landscape design. She did all of this.”

I gaped at him. “Thisis dipping her toes?”

He laughed. “I know. It’s crazy.”

We walked up three large, oversized steps, all wood—or at least they looked wood. Potted plants were on either side of each step. Two sidelights flanked a glass door painted a soft yellow, complementing the soft bluish-gray of the clapboard.

There wasn’t much of a front porch, and I wondered why.




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