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“That’s cool.”

“Yeah? Thanks.” I glanced down to hide my embarrassment. I didn’t remind him I hadn’t finished my degree.

He reached over and lifted my chin. “You keep surprising me Meg.”

My cheeks got warm as he held my gaze. Jack leaned forward a few inches, never breaking eye contact. He looked like he wanted to kiss me. I could feel my heart thumping in anticipation.I can’t do this. I broke eye contact and turned away. “I, um, Thanks.” He leaned back and sighed.I hate myself right now.

He wanted to kiss me.

I wanted him to kiss me.

But I can’t. It will only end badly.

“I should get going.” Jack stood up and reached a hand out to me to help me stand.

“Okay. Thanks for helping me today, and for lunch.” I wanted him to stay but couldn’t ask him to. I couldn’t blame him for wanting to leave. I ruined this today like I ruined our date last night, all because I was afraid to let him kiss me.

“Anytime.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

He probably won’t want to date me anymore.I should feel relieved.So why do I feel like I ruined my last chance at happiness?

Chapter 29

Meg

Ihad Monday off, so I went to Fort Worth to search for apartments. I hoped I could find a furnished one to rent since I didn’t have money to buy furniture. My phone chimed as I was shutting down the library computer.

Hey Meg, You busy tonight?

I hesitated, trying to think of why he’d want to know.

No.

Want some company?

I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to see him, but didn’t think it was a good idea.

Sure. Is everything okay?

Yup, just want to stop by and say hi.

Does 6 work? I’ll bring pizza.

6 is good. You don’t have to bring anything.

Extra cheese, right?

I laughed. I didn’t know why I tried to stop him. He never listened.

Jack knocked on my door at five fifty-seven. “It’s Jack.” He was always a few minutes early, and he always announced himself. I knew I could count on it and would probably assume he was standing me up if he was ever late.

All thoughts drained from my mind when I opened the door. Jack had a backpack slung over his shoulder, a large gift bag in one hand, and a pizza box with a gorgeous flower bouquet on top in the other.

“What is all that?”

“Heavy, can I come in?”

“Right, of course, sorry.” I stepped back, opening the door wider so he could fit through. “You didn’t have to bring food. I could’ve made you something.”

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