Page 22 of Finally Moore

“I don’t think you need to worry about theif. It’s thewhen. And in that dress, I’d say by the end of tonight.”

A bolt of lightning shoots down my spine, making my clit tingle at the thought.It’s been such a long time.

“Shit.” I’m so lost in my Scott Moore daydream my foot slips on the basin, and I almost slice my calf open. “Hannah, I love you. But this little fantasy of yours is already dead. Scott won’t even be there. Now, unless I’m going for the no-skin look, I should let you get back to work.”

“You never know. He is staying with you.”

“You’re impossible. You know that?”

Hannah chuckles. “Don’t forget the red lipstick.”

I end the call, set my cell on the shelf, and glance down at my progress. The first leg is done and the second is lathered up when there’s a knock at the door. Knowing Hannah the way I do, I bet she came by to make sure that I’m dressed appropriately.

“Come in,” I shout. The door opens and shuts before I add, “Are you here to check in on me? This is totally unnecessary, you know? Scott isn’t coming and my mother, well, let’s just say that no matter what, she’ll find a flaw.”

“There aren’t any I can see,” a deep, non-Hannah-like voice says from behind me.

I look up in the mirror. All the blood drains from my face when I notice a six-foot-plus hunk of man staring back at me, with his head cocked to the side and his eyes focused on my…

“Oh my god,” I scream as I grab a nearby towel and attempt to cover myself up. At least Scott has the decency to look away and pretend that he didn’t just get an eyeful. “What are you doing here?”

“I knocked,” he replies, as if that explains the sudden intrusion. I guess it sort of does, but still…

“I thought you were Hannah. Besides, that doesn’t answer my question. What are you doing here?” That’s when I notice what he’s wearing. Scott’s dressed nicely, in a pair of black slacks and a hunter green sweater that I’m certain will make his eyes pop when he finally makes eye contact. “Why are you all dressed up?”

“Dinner.”

“But I didn’t tell you…Oh no.”

“Yeah.” He tucks his hands into his pockets as he relaxes, but he keeps his head tilted back and his eyes closed. “She stopped by the café today for a little chat.”

I walk over to him, with the towel tucked firmly in place. “Shit, I’m sorry, Scott. I didn’t think… well, that’s a lie. The thoughthadcrossed my mind. I suppose I was just hoping she wouldn’t.”

“It’s fine. I mean, the whole town knows we’re engaged now, but it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.” I drop my head and let out a heavy sigh. “I didn’t mean for this to get so out of hand. I understand if you want to set the record straight before things get too insane with the rumor mill.”

His finger lifts my chin. I gaze up and,yup,those green hues have intensified tenfold. “It’s fine,” he repeats. “There’s no turning back now.”

“Why are you doing this? Helping me, I mean.”

“Because we’re friends.”

“Friends help you move, not play your fake fiancé. It’s too big of an ask.”

“No, it’s not.” He brushes my hair back and tucks it behind my ear. “Besides, I already told you I needed a favor.”

“And what’s that?” My heart skips a beat as the realization that maybe Hannah was right sets in. I should be disappointed, but instead, the strong urge to drop my towel takes over. I mean, he’s a guy. This is what he wants. It should be that simple, right?

“A date.”

“A date?” I parrot. He nods, licking his lips while staring at mine like he’s about to devour them. Or at least that’s exactly what I want him to do.

“Yup.”

“Do you have some ex you need to impress?” I can’t imagine a reason Scott Moore would need help finding a date.

“Something like that.” He chuckles. “We can talk about it later.” Then his eyes rove over my body one more time before he adds, “Personally, I think you look amazing and should wear a towel all the time. That being said, I have a feeling your mom wouldn’t approve of this wholejust stepped out of the showerlook.”

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