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Foxglove,” she introduced herself properly for the first time. “My friends call me Andie.”
He kept her hand in his, and laced his fingers across hers so that the formal greeting morphed into something more intimate. “A pleasure to meet you, Andie.”
He loosened her hand and stood, took a step forward, and then stopped and looked back down at her. More combed hair tumbled down, his hair reclaiming its trademark disheveled status. Andie had to admit it; she liked the hot mess look. He slid the sunglasses back into place, eclipsing the blue of his eyes.
“Have dinner with me. Tomorrow night, say seven o’clock? Let me prove that there’s more to this jerk than meets the eye.”
Her voice got stuck in her throat on its way to answer him. A dinner date was something she had not been expecting, and if there was more than met the eye, Andie wasn’t sure she could handle it. Unable to find words, she nodded and hoped she managed to find a tempo between hell yes and bobble head yes.
“Great. See you then. Should I send a car, or would that be presumptuous?” His smirk was back, and this time, Andie kinda liked it.
“I think I can manage.” It sounded more like a croak than her normal voice, but it worked.
“Great. I’ll send details. And, don’t worry; I know where to find you.” Guy winked, pivoted on his heel, slid his glasses into place, and pulled his phone from his pocket in one smooth movement. Then he disappeared out of the café almost as suddenly as he’d appeared.
Seconds later Scott’s fedora poked around the sidewall. “Call me crazy but that handsome devil looked just like that actor, what’s his name? The one on that vampire show that’s all the rage? Guy Wilder.”
Andie cleared her throat and found that her voice box still worked. Oh good, so she could still speak after all. She pulled a strand of hair between her lips and tried to contain her thirteen-year old inner self that wanted to start squealing. “That handsome devil was Guy Wilder.”
“No!” Scott’s voice sounded almost as incredulous as his face looked. Even Oz’s big brown eyes looked like wide, dinner plate-sized eyes of curiosity.
“It was.”
“And you’re going on a date with him?”
If she hadn’t just witnessed it herself, Andie almost wouldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
Weepie’s lyrics floated through her brain again. It really would never work between her and Guy.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Hi—come in.” Guy seemed to look beyond Andie as he swept her into the hotel room and shut the door softly behind her. He paused a second to check the peephole before turning to face her.
“Hi back.” Hopefully her grin didn’t reach all the way from ear to ear. It was really hard not to be smiling right now. She was standing in the Guy Wilder’s hotel room, and the two of them were completely alone. That wasn’t exactly something that happened every day.
This was the first time she had seen Guy without his trademark leather jacket and dark sunglasses, which made him a little bit less intimidating and a little bit more like the boy next door—if that boy were smoking hot. He was wearing a tight-fitted cotton t-shirt the same shade of blue as his eyes and faded denim jeans that were starting to wear thin at the knees. He was barefoot and disheveled as always, and the shadow of stubble on his face looked like he hadn’t shaved since she last saw him. If he were cake, she’d take a bite.
Yet, for every bit as comfy as his clothing looked, his body seemed tensed and on alert. He stood between her and the door like there was an enemy on approach and he was waiting to see if they’d pass or pounce. After a few seconds of awkward stillness—during which he kept the palm of his hand firmly pressed against the closed hotel room door—his body relaxed a little, but he kept his eyes diverted from hers as he ran a hand through his hair. It was
He kept her hand in his, and laced his fingers across hers so that the formal greeting morphed into something more intimate. “A pleasure to meet you, Andie.”
He loosened her hand and stood, took a step forward, and then stopped and looked back down at her. More combed hair tumbled down, his hair reclaiming its trademark disheveled status. Andie had to admit it; she liked the hot mess look. He slid the sunglasses back into place, eclipsing the blue of his eyes.
“Have dinner with me. Tomorrow night, say seven o’clock? Let me prove that there’s more to this jerk than meets the eye.”
Her voice got stuck in her throat on its way to answer him. A dinner date was something she had not been expecting, and if there was more than met the eye, Andie wasn’t sure she could handle it. Unable to find words, she nodded and hoped she managed to find a tempo between hell yes and bobble head yes.
“Great. See you then. Should I send a car, or would that be presumptuous?” His smirk was back, and this time, Andie kinda liked it.
“I think I can manage.” It sounded more like a croak than her normal voice, but it worked.
“Great. I’ll send details. And, don’t worry; I know where to find you.” Guy winked, pivoted on his heel, slid his glasses into place, and pulled his phone from his pocket in one smooth movement. Then he disappeared out of the café almost as suddenly as he’d appeared.
Seconds later Scott’s fedora poked around the sidewall. “Call me crazy but that handsome devil looked just like that actor, what’s his name? The one on that vampire show that’s all the rage? Guy Wilder.”
Andie cleared her throat and found that her voice box still worked. Oh good, so she could still speak after all. She pulled a strand of hair between her lips and tried to contain her thirteen-year old inner self that wanted to start squealing. “That handsome devil was Guy Wilder.”
“No!” Scott’s voice sounded almost as incredulous as his face looked. Even Oz’s big brown eyes looked like wide, dinner plate-sized eyes of curiosity.
“It was.”
“And you’re going on a date with him?”
If she hadn’t just witnessed it herself, Andie almost wouldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
Weepie’s lyrics floated through her brain again. It really would never work between her and Guy.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Hi—come in.” Guy seemed to look beyond Andie as he swept her into the hotel room and shut the door softly behind her. He paused a second to check the peephole before turning to face her.
“Hi back.” Hopefully her grin didn’t reach all the way from ear to ear. It was really hard not to be smiling right now. She was standing in the Guy Wilder’s hotel room, and the two of them were completely alone. That wasn’t exactly something that happened every day.
This was the first time she had seen Guy without his trademark leather jacket and dark sunglasses, which made him a little bit less intimidating and a little bit more like the boy next door—if that boy were smoking hot. He was wearing a tight-fitted cotton t-shirt the same shade of blue as his eyes and faded denim jeans that were starting to wear thin at the knees. He was barefoot and disheveled as always, and the shadow of stubble on his face looked like he hadn’t shaved since she last saw him. If he were cake, she’d take a bite.
Yet, for every bit as comfy as his clothing looked, his body seemed tensed and on alert. He stood between her and the door like there was an enemy on approach and he was waiting to see if they’d pass or pounce. After a few seconds of awkward stillness—during which he kept the palm of his hand firmly pressed against the closed hotel room door—his body relaxed a little, but he kept his eyes diverted from hers as he ran a hand through his hair. It was
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