Page 63 of Catching Mr. Right

And this can’t be real. Cas is pushing Sam. That’s all. He doesn’t want me to tell him to stay. “Cas, please, you’re making this worse than it has to be.”

“Maybe I do,” Sam says. His blue eyed gaze lands on mine and he shakes his head as if he can’t believe he’s only starting to come to the conclusion he has, or like maybe he’s still not all that sure it’s appropriate. “I have feelings for you, Mandy. I don’t know what they are, exactly, but I’d like to find out.”

I almost swoon. Hearing the man of your dreams tell you he has feelings is like finding a bag filled with only pink M&M’s. It’s like winning the lottery. It’s a perfect moment. And there aren’t so many of those that it doesn’t stop my whole world on its axis. “You mean that?”

“I do.”

“Mandy.” Cas’s voice is raw and strangled. “Please.”

I turn my back on him because he’s too convincing. If I didn’t know better I would think we both meant every word that we’re saying. I would believe this break up was real, that these emotions were real. Only my head knows better. “Sam, can you take me home?”

“Sure,” he says, gripping my elbow. “I’ll let the others know we’re leaving.”

Cas’s fingers brush against my wrist as Sam ushers me past him. They spark warmth along my nerves all the way to my heart. I glance back. For a second. For long enough that I will never be able to forget the way he looks at me. The same way he did the first time I caught him looking at me when he thought I wasn’t watching him. Only now he’s unguarded and open.

“Je suis amoureux de toi,” he says.

What the hell does that even mean? I shake my head as I focus on Sam’s warm hand engulfing my elbow as he pulls me through the crowd. Knowing Cas, it’s probably French for, You’re a pain in my ass.

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