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His eyes sparkle with excitement. “Can I feed him?”

“He let you hold him. You can feed him.”

“Do you use feeding tongs?”

I hand him the tongs. “You weren’t kidding about doing your research.”

He breaks off a tiny piece of banana and picks it up with the tongs before feeding it to Harry. It’s a slow process but Dylan doesn’t complain and bit by bit feeds him the small chunk.

“You’re good with him.”

“I like animals.” He glances up at me with those ocean blue eyes and my breath nearly catches at the intensity in them. “Not to sound cliché, but I promise if you give me a chance, I’ll treat you good, too.”

Oh boy. I promised myself I’d say yes the next time he asked me out, but I didn’t expect it to happen this soon. I inhale a deep breath to fortify myself.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

I nod. “Okay.”

He whoops. “Awesome. I’m going to make our first date the best first date in the universe.”

“You have your work cut out for you. I read a lot of romance books.”

“Challenge accepted,” he whispers before kissing my nose. “Thank you for giving me a chance.”

And boom! Down go the walls I erected to keep Dylan Mitchell away from my heart.

I’m in big trouble here. Dylan’s still a rockstar and I’m still a mouse. The pairing doesn’t seem likely to last.

But a man who can talk my hedgehog out from under the bed is worth the risk.

Chapter 17

Obsession – wanting a woman with such a fierceness you don’t care how much your bandmates tease you

Dylan

“Okay,” I say when we finish playing the song we’re working on. “Good enough for today.”

I don’t wait for agreement from the rest of the band before whipping the guitar strap over my head and setting my guitar in its stand. It’s time to go.

“What’s wrong with you? Got ants in your pants?” Jett asks.

“Someone’s got a date,” Cash sings.

“Asshole,” I mutter. He knows I don’t want the band to find out about my date with Ginny.

“Virginia finally caved?” Gibson asks.

“Maybe he found a different woman willing to lower her standards for him,” Jett says.

I flip him off before marching toward the door. “See ya.”

“Where are you going?” Stan asks when I enter the sound room.

I’m about done with our producer. We were promised some time off after our last tour but instead, we’re in Winter Falls recording an album. It’s the slowest we’ve ever recorded before but still, we’re not lounging around doing nothing all day.

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