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just finished making us both a cup of coffee when I heard her footsteps pounding down the stairs. I walked into the lobby to meet her. She was dressed in last night’s rumpled clothes, her hair a wild mess, her eyes wide and stained with yesterday’s makeup. She looked so cute with little raccoon eyes, that I almost missed the shit-scared expression all over her face.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “It’s 10am!”
    I shrugged. “And?”
    She slapped my bare chest. “ And… I have to get home! Ollie…I didn’t tell him I wasn’t gonna be home last night. He’ll be freaking out and he’ll…he’ll know. Shit! How could you let me sleep here all night?”
    She reached for the front door, but I was there in a second, stopping her and pinning her against it. “Breathe.”
    “No, Brad! Stop! I have to go!”
    I clamped my hand over her mouth. That shocked her enough for her to stop squirming in my arms.
    “Ollie doesn’t know shit. He didn’t make it home last night either. I got a text from him late last night. And he’ll be at work now.” I watched her register my words. “You have nothing to worry about. Okay?”
    She nodded and murmured a response into my hand.
    I released her and grinned. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you there, Soph.”
    She fixed me with that I’m-not-amused glare of hers.
    “Come. I made you a coffee.”
    I walked back through the living room into the kitchen, giving her little choice but to follow after me. I handed her a mug. “Wow, when you freak out, you really go all out, huh?”
    She just rolled her eyes. And then she asked, “What did he say in his text? Why didn’t he make it home?”
    “He had a date.”
    “A date.”
    “Yep.” I waited for it to dawn on her. She almost spat out her coffee when it finally did.
    “His date with Tiff? Oh God…they…hooked up last night?”
    “Seems like.”
    She screwed up her face. It was so fucking adorable.
    “It’s been a long time coming. I talked to him about her weeks ago and he waited until last night to make a move. Typical Ollie.”
    She cocked an eyebrow at me. “ You set them up?”
    “I put in a word. That’s all.”
    “Why?”
    “Tiff had me over a barrel.”
    “How?”
    “Let’s just leave it at that.” Shit. It wasn’t like I could tell her the real reason involved the brunette I’d fucked weeks ago. She’d already shown her jealousy over it yesterday when she’d thrown it in my face. Besides, it was all in the past. All I cared about was her and what’d happened between us.
    Thankfully, she accepted that and turned her attention back to her coffee.
    “You’re not working today.” My mom’s store didn’t open on Sundays. “Do you have plans?”
    She shook her head, but didn’t say anything else. She was making me work for it. Good. That was the Soph I knew and the Soph that hadn’t come out enough since she’d been back. The spunky, fiery Soph.
    “Do you want to go out?”
    Her eyes flickered with amusement. “Is this you asking me out on a date?”
    I leaned over the counter towards her. “Mmm hmm. You interested?”
    She put down her coffee and folded her arms across her chest. “That depends.”
    “On what?”
    “Where you were planning on taking me.”
    The little minx was playing with me. “I have somewhere in mind.”
    “Where?”
    “The ravine.”
    Her eyes lit up. “Really?”
    “Yep. After you’ve finished your coffee, head home and do what you need to—shower, change. Meet me at the end of the street. I’ll pick you up there in the truck.”
    “I’m done now,” she said, hopping off her stool excitedly. She started through the living room towards the front door. “Twenty minutes?” she called over her shoulder.
    I hurried after her and caught her just before she opened the door. “Back door,” I told her.
    “Right. Nosy neighbors. Sorry,” she said, sheepishly.
    “No problem, darlin’.”
    It would’ve been a problem if she’d actually made it out. If