Page 32 of Falling For You

Owen was taking me out tonight, and it had completely slipped my mind.

I looked down at my flannel pajamas with hot pink llamas on them and squeezed my eyes shut.

“No. No. No.” I shook my head and shut my laptop. “This can’t be happening.”

Tapping the top of my messy bun, I looked out the window and saw him making his way around to the front door.

There.

Was.

No.

Time.

Why wouldn’t the day end this way? I’d already been signed up for an auction and ignored by my elderly neighbors while pounding on their door.

Three, two, one…

Knock. Knock.

My initial shock turned into a frantic rush. I had no time to waste.

I opened the door and smiled like this happened every night.

His eyes shot down my flannel jam jams, and a huge grin spread across his face.

“Llama pajamas?” His brows quirked. “For me?”

“Stick around, and I might just get some zebra ones soon.”

Owen’s smile only grew. “Huh?”

“We just rescued a zebra, and I like to commemorate each animal with a set of pajamas.”

He nodded, still smiling. “Nice. So, does this mean we’re staying in, or did you forget?”

I chuckled and shrugged. “Which would make me sound the least like an awful person?”

Owen sniffed the air and glanced over my shoulders. “You’re cooking something?”

My shoulders sank as I laughed, shaking my head. “Okay. I forgot and slammed together a casserole from some leftovers I had.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but it smells…” His eyes stayed on mine.

“Strong?”

He pointed at me. “Yes, that would be the word, or at least one word for it.”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “Do you like Reuben sandwiches?”

“I do, actually.”

“Then do I have the casserole for you.”

His grin only widened. “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.”

“What? Does it soundthatbad?”

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