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that.”
Andie melted instantly. Okay, maybe she had been a little harsh, but it was true, right? And, he seemed sincere—even repentant—with his eyes downcast and all earlier smugness dissolved. At least for the moment, he had shrugged off his bad boy alter ego and was back to being that more approachable version of himself she’d enjoyed the day before. The one who’d surprised her with knowledge of obscure wines and old folk legends. She liked that Guy, pun intended.
Andie returned Nicholas’ book back to the table and unwound her mostly numb legs out from beneath her. She sat upright in her chair, mirroring him. But when she opened her mouth to say something (she had no idea what, but it seemed awful of her not to respond to his apology), he beat her to it.
“It’s kind of weird, you know, being able to talk to someone like a normal person for once. Usually people’s first words to me are asking for an autograph or trying to take a selfie. I even had a woman try to kiss me once…at a comic convention.” He crooked his face upward at her. From this angle, she could see sapphire slits of his eyes sparkling like gemstones under furrowed eyebrows. “It’s a little hard to calibrate.”
It occurred to Andie that Guy’s dark sunglasses were only a part of the mask he must wear over his real face every day. That confidence building armor and bad boy accessory that gave Silas Dove his devilish charm covered up the man inside. Andie let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding, and gave him a small smile. So, maybe there was a heart of gold in this bad boy after all. Silas Dove was a bit of a wildcard, but this…this she could handle.
“You know….” She rocked toward him, smiling down at her feet rather than look at him. It felt like he’d given her an olive branch with his admission of something that he probably kept close to his chest. She should do the same, and she didn’t want to be facing him when she said it. “All that talk about love spells and French wine…I almost thought you were going to kiss me, so I’m not really all that innocent either.” She winced and waited for a sharp rebuttal
He didn’t laugh. He actually didn’t make any sound at all. When she eventually got the nerve to look at him, Andie was surprised to see that he was smiling at her—a genuine, honest smile—and his body had relaxed. It was the same look he’d given her yesterday when he was sucking her under with his dark magic while asking her if she were trying to enchant him. Andie desperately tried to avoid looking too deeply into his eyes again, lest she find herself sucked into that chartreuse ring circling his pupil like a cartoon villain’s magical fire. Then, his eyes ticked away from her and scanned almost ashamedly across the empty cafe. “I was.”
Andie was just going to pretend she wasn’t about to swoon out of her chair. “Oh.”
“But I won’t—” he started, looking back at her and raising his hand between them for emphasis. Andie felt a clunking feeling in her belly, like somebody had just thrown a stone in a pool of water. Was it weird that she was disappointed? “Because I’m not that kind of guy.”
She couldn’t help it; she laughed out loud. Okay, another point for Guy. She hadn’t expected that one. He was just about to say something else when his phone buzzed from inside the pocket of his jacket. He pulled it out, frowned at the screen, and clicked the ringer off.
“I’ve got to go, but I’ve got an idea first.” He waited for Andie to look intrigued—which took all of four seconds—before he continued, “Let’s back up just a little bit.”
Andie’s characteristic curiosity peaked as Guy held out his hand to her. “Hi, I’m Guy Wilder.”
She raised an eyebrow and took his hand, or, rather, she lost her hand inside of his much larger grasp. His skin was warm and his grip firm, nothing like the shaky, sweaty handshake the day before. “Dr. Alessandra
Andie melted instantly. Okay, maybe she had been a little harsh, but it was true, right? And, he seemed sincere—even repentant—with his eyes downcast and all earlier smugness dissolved. At least for the moment, he had shrugged off his bad boy alter ego and was back to being that more approachable version of himself she’d enjoyed the day before. The one who’d surprised her with knowledge of obscure wines and old folk legends. She liked that Guy, pun intended.
Andie returned Nicholas’ book back to the table and unwound her mostly numb legs out from beneath her. She sat upright in her chair, mirroring him. But when she opened her mouth to say something (she had no idea what, but it seemed awful of her not to respond to his apology), he beat her to it.
“It’s kind of weird, you know, being able to talk to someone like a normal person for once. Usually people’s first words to me are asking for an autograph or trying to take a selfie. I even had a woman try to kiss me once…at a comic convention.” He crooked his face upward at her. From this angle, she could see sapphire slits of his eyes sparkling like gemstones under furrowed eyebrows. “It’s a little hard to calibrate.”
It occurred to Andie that Guy’s dark sunglasses were only a part of the mask he must wear over his real face every day. That confidence building armor and bad boy accessory that gave Silas Dove his devilish charm covered up the man inside. Andie let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding, and gave him a small smile. So, maybe there was a heart of gold in this bad boy after all. Silas Dove was a bit of a wildcard, but this…this she could handle.
“You know….” She rocked toward him, smiling down at her feet rather than look at him. It felt like he’d given her an olive branch with his admission of something that he probably kept close to his chest. She should do the same, and she didn’t want to be facing him when she said it. “All that talk about love spells and French wine…I almost thought you were going to kiss me, so I’m not really all that innocent either.” She winced and waited for a sharp rebuttal
He didn’t laugh. He actually didn’t make any sound at all. When she eventually got the nerve to look at him, Andie was surprised to see that he was smiling at her—a genuine, honest smile—and his body had relaxed. It was the same look he’d given her yesterday when he was sucking her under with his dark magic while asking her if she were trying to enchant him. Andie desperately tried to avoid looking too deeply into his eyes again, lest she find herself sucked into that chartreuse ring circling his pupil like a cartoon villain’s magical fire. Then, his eyes ticked away from her and scanned almost ashamedly across the empty cafe. “I was.”
Andie was just going to pretend she wasn’t about to swoon out of her chair. “Oh.”
“But I won’t—” he started, looking back at her and raising his hand between them for emphasis. Andie felt a clunking feeling in her belly, like somebody had just thrown a stone in a pool of water. Was it weird that she was disappointed? “Because I’m not that kind of guy.”
She couldn’t help it; she laughed out loud. Okay, another point for Guy. She hadn’t expected that one. He was just about to say something else when his phone buzzed from inside the pocket of his jacket. He pulled it out, frowned at the screen, and clicked the ringer off.
“I’ve got to go, but I’ve got an idea first.” He waited for Andie to look intrigued—which took all of four seconds—before he continued, “Let’s back up just a little bit.”
Andie’s characteristic curiosity peaked as Guy held out his hand to her. “Hi, I’m Guy Wilder.”
She raised an eyebrow and took his hand, or, rather, she lost her hand inside of his much larger grasp. His skin was warm and his grip firm, nothing like the shaky, sweaty handshake the day before. “Dr. Alessandra
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