Page 73 of Cinnamon Roll Set Up

Her smile washes over me like I’m stepping into the sun. I should probably care that I’m openly staring at her like a love-sick fool, but now that I can, I’ll indulge.

“Hi, Owen.” She stops next to him in front of the counter.

Those last two feet between us might as well be a galaxy.

“Having a good day?” she asks.

He nods. “I’ve been observing Miles. It’s very entertaining.”

She turns that gorgeous smile on me. “What’s he doing now?”

Nothing, just losing my mind over you, as always.

“He was running around like a chicken with its head cut off this morning, filling coffee orders.” Owen shakes his head as if to say, “this fool.”

“Aww. Was it the title and escrow place again?” she asks me.

“I think so.”

“Prepare yourself. It’s become their weekly office treat.” She turns back to Owen. “So? Everything good in your world? Any brand-new girlfriends to share with us?”

He doesn’t smile like he did before, but I swear he blushes. “Everything is good in my world.”

“Mmm hmm.” Georgia goes on gloating as if she knows all his secrets.

Now I’m dying to know what she’s heard from Josie.

“I was going to ask Miles the same thing,” he says. “I haven’t heard about any more setups.”

“Yeah. I’ve put a pause on my matchmaking.”

“Really?” That does get a trace of a smile from Owen. “Last I heard, he was lost without you.”

I shoot him a glare, but he ignores it. I don’t need both of them ganging up on me.

“Oh, he is. Utterly lost. So I’m taking a more hands-on approach with his dating life.”

All right, nowI’mprobably blushing.

He laughs and raises his coffee cup to me in a toast. “Sounds like a good plan for him. I’m heading out.”

We say quick goodbyes, and a couple of customers walk in to browse the bookshop as Owen walks out. Georgia and I have worked together the last few days like we always have—but with a little more unnecessary touching when we slide past each other behind the counter, and a lot more watching each other across the store.

“I’ve been thinking,” I say when the shop has cleared out again sometime later. “I’d like to take you to dinner this weekend.”

She leans against one of the big wooden bookshelves. “Oh. Like a date?”

“Yes.”

“A practice date?”

“No. This would be completely real.” We’re not going to have any more confusion between us.

“Are you sure you don’t want more practice? That kiss the other day was lacking a little something.”

I’d be panicked if she wasn’t wearing the most wicked look I’ve ever seen on her.

“Really?” I stalk closer. “Where did I go wrong?”

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