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what I want out of life if I don’t try a little of everything?”
He chuckled. “How can I argue with twisted logic like that?”
“You can’t.” Another large drip slid down her forearm, the dog straining his neck up to lick her elbow.
“Is that why you moved to New York?”
She hesitated, not sure how much to reveal. After all, she just met the guy, and didn’t want to see that look of pity on his face. She settled for simple truths. “I grew up here. Lived on Cape Cod all my life, and so did my parents and their parents. It’s all I knew.”
Chase grinned, licking his spoon. “Must’ve been kind of nice to be part of such a close-knit community.”
“More like stifling. Yes, it’s beautiful. And small towns can be supportive and nurturing. But I couldn’t wait to go away to college and see what else the world had to offer.”
“And?” He stared with open curiosity. “Did you find what you were looking for in New York?”
Good question . “I like living in the city,” she said, not answering directly.
He nodded, grey eyes still trained on her, gauging her reaction. “But…”
“Let’s just say I’m not done looking.”
They arrived at a large intersection with a policeman directing traffic. Chase dumped his spoon and empty cup into the barrel on the corner, but Emma wasn’t quite finished with her cone. Before crossing the road, she pointed further up Commercial Street. “The cell phone store is half a block that way on your right, but this is where I need to say goodbye. I should get to the shop.”
“The beads shop,” Chase said under his breath, almost talking to himself.
Emma nodded. “Baubles and Beads, up this way near Macmillan Pier. Mom’s a jewelry artist, and supports other local artists too.”
“I didn’t make the connection until now. I saw you in the store yesterday morning. That was your mother behind the counter?” His forehead scrunched. “She was warning you about mobsters.”
“She was being ridiculous.”
There was a long pause, as if he wanted to say something more but thought better of it. Finally he said, “Thanks for lunch, and the tour.”
Emma took a deep breath, trying to keep her tone as light as his. “It was fun. I’d say let’s do it again sometime, except you’re leaving town so soon.”
He quickly narrowed the distance between them. His body heat enveloped her, sending her own temperature spiking. A host of butterflies rose in her stomach when his hand brushed her elbow. She swallowed hard and took a small step back, trying not to spill melting ice cream all over his clothes. He’s leaving in a few days. Not worth the heartache, as much as I want another of his kisses .
He closed the gap again, cupping her cheek with his hand. Despite her good intentions, her heart did this strange little skipping thing and she felt her knees go weak at the rumble of his voice. “I’ve never felt like this before. There’s chemistry between us that I don’t quite understand.”
Her lips quirked. “Leave it to the scientist to analyze a simple kiss at the chemical level.”
“There was nothing simple about that kiss.” His voice grew husky and his face got dangerously near. She knew he was right about the chemistry, her lips tingling in anticipation. Her eyelashes fluttered shut right before he asked, “But what about your boyfriend?”
Uh-oh. Her eyes flew open. “He’s not my boyfriend, I told you that at lunch. We’re just friends.”
“Does he know that?”
Emma shook her head at his accusing tone and moved out of Chase’s reach. She dumped the rest of her cone in the trash barrel, no longer hungry, and dug through her bag for another napkin. “It would never work out between me and him. Trust me on this.”
“But you like him.”
She wiped the last drips from her sticky hands. “Of course I like him. I wouldn’t be moving in with him if I didn’t like him.” She looked up, surprised by the stunned look on Chase’s
He chuckled. “How can I argue with twisted logic like that?”
“You can’t.” Another large drip slid down her forearm, the dog straining his neck up to lick her elbow.
“Is that why you moved to New York?”
She hesitated, not sure how much to reveal. After all, she just met the guy, and didn’t want to see that look of pity on his face. She settled for simple truths. “I grew up here. Lived on Cape Cod all my life, and so did my parents and their parents. It’s all I knew.”
Chase grinned, licking his spoon. “Must’ve been kind of nice to be part of such a close-knit community.”
“More like stifling. Yes, it’s beautiful. And small towns can be supportive and nurturing. But I couldn’t wait to go away to college and see what else the world had to offer.”
“And?” He stared with open curiosity. “Did you find what you were looking for in New York?”
Good question . “I like living in the city,” she said, not answering directly.
He nodded, grey eyes still trained on her, gauging her reaction. “But…”
“Let’s just say I’m not done looking.”
They arrived at a large intersection with a policeman directing traffic. Chase dumped his spoon and empty cup into the barrel on the corner, but Emma wasn’t quite finished with her cone. Before crossing the road, she pointed further up Commercial Street. “The cell phone store is half a block that way on your right, but this is where I need to say goodbye. I should get to the shop.”
“The beads shop,” Chase said under his breath, almost talking to himself.
Emma nodded. “Baubles and Beads, up this way near Macmillan Pier. Mom’s a jewelry artist, and supports other local artists too.”
“I didn’t make the connection until now. I saw you in the store yesterday morning. That was your mother behind the counter?” His forehead scrunched. “She was warning you about mobsters.”
“She was being ridiculous.”
There was a long pause, as if he wanted to say something more but thought better of it. Finally he said, “Thanks for lunch, and the tour.”
Emma took a deep breath, trying to keep her tone as light as his. “It was fun. I’d say let’s do it again sometime, except you’re leaving town so soon.”
He quickly narrowed the distance between them. His body heat enveloped her, sending her own temperature spiking. A host of butterflies rose in her stomach when his hand brushed her elbow. She swallowed hard and took a small step back, trying not to spill melting ice cream all over his clothes. He’s leaving in a few days. Not worth the heartache, as much as I want another of his kisses .
He closed the gap again, cupping her cheek with his hand. Despite her good intentions, her heart did this strange little skipping thing and she felt her knees go weak at the rumble of his voice. “I’ve never felt like this before. There’s chemistry between us that I don’t quite understand.”
Her lips quirked. “Leave it to the scientist to analyze a simple kiss at the chemical level.”
“There was nothing simple about that kiss.” His voice grew husky and his face got dangerously near. She knew he was right about the chemistry, her lips tingling in anticipation. Her eyelashes fluttered shut right before he asked, “But what about your boyfriend?”
Uh-oh. Her eyes flew open. “He’s not my boyfriend, I told you that at lunch. We’re just friends.”
“Does he know that?”
Emma shook her head at his accusing tone and moved out of Chase’s reach. She dumped the rest of her cone in the trash barrel, no longer hungry, and dug through her bag for another napkin. “It would never work out between me and him. Trust me on this.”
“But you like him.”
She wiped the last drips from her sticky hands. “Of course I like him. I wouldn’t be moving in with him if I didn’t like him.” She looked up, surprised by the stunned look on Chase’s
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