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Is that regret I hear in his voice?
“Thank you for breakfast and the trip to the vintage store.”
“You mean for commandeering your Saturday morning?”
“Yeah, that.”
“I don’t regret it.”
Is his voice always so damn low and sexy?
“I’ll see you on the set on Monday.”
“I’ll be there,” I reply.
He leans across the console, his free hand moving to cup my face. Before I know it, his lips cover mine again. His kiss is teasing at first, exploring like he’s acquainting himself with the feel of my mouth.
It sets my body on fire.
He pulls back too soon for my liking, but holds my face in his hands, watching me.
“Don’t move.”
Andreas climbs out of his car and moves to my side to hold the passenger door open.
“Thank you,” I say.
“This is for you.” He hands me a bag with a logo and name of the store we just left.
I’d noticed the bag before but didn’t ask what was inside. I figured he’d found something he liked after all and purchased it.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“Take it.”
I take the bag and open it to pull out the July 1962Ebonymagazine with Diahann Carroll on the cover. My gaze shoots up to Andreas.
“You were staring at it like it meant something to you,” he says in a low voice.
“It does,” I whisper.
“I figured.” He traces his thumb along my jawline, sending chills down my spine. I hold my breath as he leans in to kiss my cheek. “Enjoy it.”
Words are hard to come by. I realize a sixty-year-old-plus magazine shouldn’t make me this speechless, but the lump in my throat says otherwise.
“I’ll see you on Monday morning,” Andreas says. “Now go inside, before I don’t let you walk away.”
I nod, wordlessly, thankful that he doesn’t ask why this magazine has me so emotional right now.
“Thank you,” I finally whisper, before saying, “I’m going in.”
Without looking back, I know Andreas stands there, watching me until I disappear behind the doors.
As I hug the magazine to my chest, confusion, gratitude, and an unhealthy dose of panic lance through my chest.
CHAPTER 12
Ivy
