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Either way, we haven’t ever discussed this, so it’s a step in the right direction.

“Okay,” I say.

He lets out a sigh of relief. I’m not sure what he expected me to say. Does he not realize I’d be happy to spend any time I can with him? I would think he’d know this by now. However, sometimes men are clueless.

“Hey, I’m going to an escape room tomorrow,” he exclaims. “Want to join me?”

I giggle. “Very funny.”

Cam moves his arm from the back of the bench to around my shoulders. I suck in a sharp breath. The stage is set. We’re sitting alone on a bench, the sky lit up around us. Cam’s face begins to inch closer to mine, making my heart flutter. And just as our lips are about to touch his phone rings, jolting us out of the intimate moment.

What the hell?

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I should’ve silenced my phone or left it in the car.”

He glances at the screen and frowns—moving away from me slightly.

“It’s okay,” I say.

He flips the switch to silent and puts the phone back in his pocket.

“So, can I pick you up for the escape room tomorrow?” he asks.

“Sure,” I say. While I’m thrilled by his offer, I’m bummed our almost kiss was interrupted.

“Awesome,” he says. “We should probably rest up. You never know what the day holds.”

He rises to his feet and holds out his hand to me.

“Good point.”

Thankfully he doesn’t let go of my hand as we make our way back to the restaurant where our cars are parked.

Despite the interruption, I couldn’t have asked for a better evening. And hopefully this is the first of many nights. Supposedly good things come to those who wait, and I have no doubt Cam is a good one.

Chapter Seven

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” I ask when I answer the phone.

“Probably,” she says. “I’m just catching up on some TV. Jason already went to bed.”

“Of course he did,” I say.

My brother-in-law is one of those early to bed, early to rise people. He’s in bed by nine and wakes up at five o’clock to bike hundreds of miles. Okay, maybe not hundreds, but he’s that guy who’s riding his bike before most of the population has had any coffee.

“How was your evening with Cam?” she sings. “Did you finally admit you want to be together forever?”

“Not exactly,” I say. “But we held hands, and we almost kissed.”

“Ah, finally.”

“Yeah— but if his phone interrupts us again, I might accidently on purpose throw it out the car window.”

She giggles. “Well, how are you feeling, other than your obvious hatred for his phone?”

I stretch out on my bed, still in my clothes.

“I’m excited about spending more time with him, but then he mentioned taking things slow?—”

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