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An hour later, she decided to take a break. Once she let Ainsleigh know, she headed back to her office, pulling her cellphone from her pocket to check her messages. She smiled when she saw that Killian had sent a text.

I was able to get us in the Hartland. I made the reservation for Saturday evening at six. Will that work for you?

Yes. You can pick me up at five-thirty. Here’s my address.She replied.

Got it. I’ll see you then.

Can’t wait.She sent back.

Same here. I’ll talk to you soon. I’m heading for a farm about some missing sheep.

Did Little Bo-Peep lose her sheep?She sentback, hoping he had a good sense of humor.

I talked to Mr. Little Bo-Peep. But he can’t tell where to find them but I know if I leave them alone, they’ll come home.

Celine chuckled and sent a laughing emoji.I’ll see you Saturday.

Looking forward to it. Have a nice day.

You too.

She couldn’t keep the smile off her face the rest of the day. He seemed like a great guy, then she frowned. So had Blaine at first. But Killian made her believe there were good men out there. She sure hoped so.

At five o’clock, she watched her employees leave, then followed behind them, locking the door. She was starving since she’d missed lunch and a hamburger from the diner sounded yummy.

She pulled the door open, and the bell jingled above her head. She sat at the counter. She knew the place would be filling up soon once people got off from work. Her shop was open from seven in the morning until five in the evenings. It made for long days. The shop was open six days a week, with rotation so her employees got another day off other than Sunday. Celine took every weekend off, and she planned to have a nice, lazy weekend. After dinner with Killian, obviously. She was so looking forward to seeing him again. He made her heart skip a beat just remembering those kisses shared between them.

Celine couldn’t help but think about kissing him again. She was surprised at how much she wanted this to lead to something real between them.

When Saturday approached, she grew more and more anxious by the minute. It was already five-thirty, and she feared she would become physically ill before he arrived.

She sat down on the couch, then quickly jumped up and began pacing around the living room. Eventually, she made her way upstairs and caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror for what felt like the hundredth time. Was she showing too much cleavage? Smiling, she shook her head. She wanted to see his eyes when he saw her and she knew the blue dress brought out the color of her eyes and the high heels added inches to her height, but no matter what, Killian would still be taller. He must be at least six foot four or five.

A smile spread across her face as she thought about dating a man who actually made her feel confident enough to wear heels. Blaine, on the other hand, had been five ten, barely taller than her, but he never let her wear high heels because it made her taller, and he couldn’t stand that. He loved being able to look down on her, both literally and figuratively with his condescending ways.

When a knock sounded at her door, Celine cautiously made her way down the stairs. She took each step slowly, holding on to the railing for support.

As she stood in front of the door, she smoothed down her dress and took a deep breath before opening it. Her heart fluttered when she saw Killian standing there, holding a single blue rose.

“Come in,” she said with a warm smile as shestepped aside to let him enter. Her eyes roamed over his attire; black dress shirt, dark blue jeans, and distressed cowboy boots, and he looked even more handsome than she thought. And he smelled amazing.

“Thank you,” he said as he removed his hat and wiped his feet on the welcome mat before stepping inside. He handed her the rose.

“It’s beautiful,” Celine breathed as she pressed it against her nose, inhaling its sweet scent and watched his eyes roam over her. His gaze lingered on her cleavage then he looked into her eyes.

“It reminded me of your beautiful blue eyes when I saw it.”

Celine felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

“That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“You look beautiful, Celine,” he said with sincerity in his voice.

“Thank you, and you look very handsome.”

“Thanks. I’d kiss you but I don’t want to mess up your lipstick. But don’t worry, I plan on kissing it off later.” He grinned.

Celine couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not like you haven’t kissed it off before.”

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