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asking.”
    “Benjamin, I’m always a gentleman.”
    “Right. Well—I really like this girl, so just—don’t screw this up for me. I’m begging you.”
    I roll my eyes and nod my agreement. “Fine. But if this sister of hers wants to come home with me, I’m not going to stop her.”
    “Neither will I, brother. Neither will I.”
    We say our goodbyes, and as I hang my jacket over the back of my chair, I wonder if this sister might curb my hunger for the weekend. I could use a hot distraction while I endeavor to seduce the lovely Theodora Fitzpatrick.
     
     

     
    One of the things I love best about working in Old Town Fort Collins is that, on nice days, I can spend my lunch hour walking around if I want to. Today, after stopping for a salad, I strolled for a bit, window shopping and people watching. The weather is phenomenal, and there were kids playing at the fountain. I stopped for a few minutes, soaking up their laughter as they ran around in drenched clothes. A part of me was dying to take out my phone and snap a few pictures, but it’s a rule of mine to try my hardest not to come across as a total creeper.
    Smiling at myself as I make my way back to the gallery, I’m so lost in my thoughts, I almost don’t hear my phone. When I see Harper lit up across the screen, I’m quick to answer.
    “Hi!”
    “Hey, Teddy. Fuck, I can’t believe I actually got a hold of your tatted ass.”
    I laugh, shaking my head at her. “I can’t believe you’re calling me in the middle of the day.”
    “The kids are out for recess. I literally have, like, two minutes before the little shits get back.”
    My grin stays fully intact as I listen to her talk about her kiddos. Harper is an elementary school teacher at a school just south of Denver. She loves her job and her third graders are her pride and joy, even if her nicknames for them are completely inappropriate. While it’s still summer and school is not in session, Harp works part-time at a day camp that the school puts on so working parents have a safe and affordable place to leave their children during the day.
    “Well, if you only have two minutes, you better talk fast. I miss you.”
    “I miss you, too—which is why I was going to call you and bug the hell out of you until I got a hold of you today. I’m going to come up Saturday. We’re going to have a girl’s day. I already called my bitch, Sarah, and we’re going to meet her for brunch—but then it’s you and me the rest of the day. Think you could clear your schedule?”
    I scoff, amused that she thinks she even has to ask. “I’m yours, Harp. What time should I be ready for brunch?”
    “I’ll pick you up at ten.”
    “Awesome. I can’t wait.”
    “Me neither! Okay—my two minutes are officially up. I have to go wrangle my hellions. I’ll see you Saturday.”
    “Love you.”
    “Love you, too.” She makes a kissing sound and hangs up, leaving me beaming as I walk into the gallery.
    Right away, I hear Andrew—his voice coming from up above. I look upstairs and see him talking to someone, and I wonder if it’s a buyer or an artist. Knowing that Geoff will know, I head to the reception desk. When I see him, a devilish smile is plastered on his face. I furrow my brow, silently expressing my confusion, and his grin grows wider. Then, he reaches for something. I gasp when he places a beautiful bouquet of flowers on the raised counter of the front desk.
    “These came while you were out,” he says, standing so that I might see him from behind the large floral arrangement.
    “They’re for me? ” I ask, pointing at my chest.
    “They sure as hell are not from Reeve—cheap bastard.” He mumbles the last bit under his breath. “Baby girl, move your ass. There’s a card. I haven’t opened it, but if you leave me in suspense another minute, I will.”
    My stomach flutters with nervous butterflies as I make my way behind the desk. “You’re sure they’re for me?” I ask, setting down my