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glancing over her shoulder before opening the fridge.
The hazelnut coffee creamer was a dead giveaway. The man didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, but he’d been a sucker for hazelnut ever since Riley’s mom had introduced him to Nutella when he was twenty.
Next up was the tiny wardrobe in the corner. There was his favorite gray hoodie, an endless supply of functional button-down work shirts, and a suit she’d never seen.
A quick survey of the dresser drawers confirmed it when she spotted at least a half dozen familiar T-shirts.
Sam didn’t just stay here occasionally.
He
lived
here.
Riley had had no idea. She’d always assumed he still lived in the apartment building up the street from Liam in Williamsburg.
Not that it mattered where he lived, but the surprise caught her off guard all the same. She’d always been so sure she knew Sam Compton.
But she didn’t even know where he lived.
Not that he would have thought to tell her that he’d moved. He didn’t think of her at all.
Things definitely weren’t looking good for her plan, but she’d come this far. What was the worst he could say—no?
Actually, that would be pretty bad.
Really
bad.
Come to think of it, she’d probably have to leave the country …
Her fingers traced the steel picture frame on his dresser, recognizing it as the picture ofLiam and Sam that her mom had given them both for Christmas the year before. It was an almost obnoxious display of great masculine looks. Liam with his jet-black hair and bright blue eyes so like her own, and Sam as the perfect blond foil. In some ways, Riley could probably blame her older brother for her current predicament. Had he
really
needed to pick the most gorgeous man on the planet as a best friend?
It probably wasn’t fashionable for a grown man to have a picture of his best friend on his dresser, but then again, Liam and Sam weren’t just friends. They were practically brothers.
She remembered when it was taken. It had been a horribly hot summer day in her parents’ backyard. Sam had just bottled his first batch of whisky, and the McKennas had insisted he bring it over for a tasting.
One of Liam’s arms was hooked awkwardly around Sam’s neck, while his other hand proudly held up the first ROON whisky bottle.
Sam’s expression was equally happy, if a bit unsure.
She remembered he’d been horribly embarrassed by the attention, which didn’t make sense. The whisky itself had been fantastic, and he’d sold out of the first batch, to friends and family, almost immediately.
But instead of being proud, he’d been … weird. Maybe Liam was right about Sam being modest.
Nah
. She put the picture aside. He certainly wasn’t
modest
about anything else.
Riley’s eyes fell on a door in the corner. It led to a surprisingly large and well-equipped bathroom. It was clearly not from the same era as the outdated kitchen, which meant he’d prioritized upgrading a fancy showerhead over getting a fancy stove.
No surprise there. She’d seen him “help” her father grill at family dinners in the summer. His food-prep skills were maxed out opening the ketchup bottle.
Her eyes fell on the sliding barn-style door opposite the door she’d entered through. It could only lead to the distillery itself.
Which would lead to
Sam
and, consequently, the possibility of her dignity making the splatter of a skydiving incident gone wrong.
Riley backtracked to the bathroom to check hair and makeup. If she was about to go down in a pile of humiliated heartbreak, she might as well look her best. That, and this plan was highly contingent on Sam Compton, you know …
wanting her
.
She was pretty sure he did, at least on the physical level. Just how many times had she felt his eyes on her when he thought nobody was looking? And on Wednesday when he’d walked her to the subway station, he’d wanted to kiss her. She’d
felt
it, and now she was wondering if maybe it had always been mutual. Perhaps she’d just
The hazelnut coffee creamer was a dead giveaway. The man didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, but he’d been a sucker for hazelnut ever since Riley’s mom had introduced him to Nutella when he was twenty.
Next up was the tiny wardrobe in the corner. There was his favorite gray hoodie, an endless supply of functional button-down work shirts, and a suit she’d never seen.
A quick survey of the dresser drawers confirmed it when she spotted at least a half dozen familiar T-shirts.
Sam didn’t just stay here occasionally.
He
lived
here.
Riley had had no idea. She’d always assumed he still lived in the apartment building up the street from Liam in Williamsburg.
Not that it mattered where he lived, but the surprise caught her off guard all the same. She’d always been so sure she knew Sam Compton.
But she didn’t even know where he lived.
Not that he would have thought to tell her that he’d moved. He didn’t think of her at all.
Things definitely weren’t looking good for her plan, but she’d come this far. What was the worst he could say—no?
Actually, that would be pretty bad.
Really
bad.
Come to think of it, she’d probably have to leave the country …
Her fingers traced the steel picture frame on his dresser, recognizing it as the picture ofLiam and Sam that her mom had given them both for Christmas the year before. It was an almost obnoxious display of great masculine looks. Liam with his jet-black hair and bright blue eyes so like her own, and Sam as the perfect blond foil. In some ways, Riley could probably blame her older brother for her current predicament. Had he
really
needed to pick the most gorgeous man on the planet as a best friend?
It probably wasn’t fashionable for a grown man to have a picture of his best friend on his dresser, but then again, Liam and Sam weren’t just friends. They were practically brothers.
She remembered when it was taken. It had been a horribly hot summer day in her parents’ backyard. Sam had just bottled his first batch of whisky, and the McKennas had insisted he bring it over for a tasting.
One of Liam’s arms was hooked awkwardly around Sam’s neck, while his other hand proudly held up the first ROON whisky bottle.
Sam’s expression was equally happy, if a bit unsure.
She remembered he’d been horribly embarrassed by the attention, which didn’t make sense. The whisky itself had been fantastic, and he’d sold out of the first batch, to friends and family, almost immediately.
But instead of being proud, he’d been … weird. Maybe Liam was right about Sam being modest.
Nah
. She put the picture aside. He certainly wasn’t
modest
about anything else.
Riley’s eyes fell on a door in the corner. It led to a surprisingly large and well-equipped bathroom. It was clearly not from the same era as the outdated kitchen, which meant he’d prioritized upgrading a fancy showerhead over getting a fancy stove.
No surprise there. She’d seen him “help” her father grill at family dinners in the summer. His food-prep skills were maxed out opening the ketchup bottle.
Her eyes fell on the sliding barn-style door opposite the door she’d entered through. It could only lead to the distillery itself.
Which would lead to
Sam
and, consequently, the possibility of her dignity making the splatter of a skydiving incident gone wrong.
Riley backtracked to the bathroom to check hair and makeup. If she was about to go down in a pile of humiliated heartbreak, she might as well look her best. That, and this plan was highly contingent on Sam Compton, you know …
wanting her
.
She was pretty sure he did, at least on the physical level. Just how many times had she felt his eyes on her when he thought nobody was looking? And on Wednesday when he’d walked her to the subway station, he’d wanted to kiss her. She’d
felt
it, and now she was wondering if maybe it had always been mutual. Perhaps she’d just
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