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“You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face.”
I scrunched my lips to the side. “You can’t see my face, genius.”
“No,” she agreed. “But I don’t need to. I can hear it in your voice, Lani. You’re in love with this guy. Or you’re well on your way.”
The very idea scared me.
“But I barely know him, and I’m only here for five more weeks,” I said.
And, again, when she smiled, I could hear it in her voice just as loudly as the love she supposedly heard in mine.
“Then, make the most of it,” she encouraged. “Isn’t that what your mom would have done?”
“Enjoy every moment,” I whispered, remembering the words she’d said to me over and over throughout my childhood. It’s something I’d shared with Piper many times in our long reminiscent talks. “But what if he doesn’t—”
She didn’t even let me finish the sentence. “Then, at least you’ll know you tried.”
I’d come here to experience something new.
Something different from the ordinary.
Maybe what I had been looking for all along was him.
“Get out of the car, Lani,” I said to myself for the fifth time.
I’d been sitting in this borrowed car, just outside of Taylor’s house, for what seemed like a century, trying to get up the nerve to walk up to his front door.
After practically no sleep following my lengthy conversation with Piper the night before and basically not a bit of work done during the day because I couldn’t keep myself away from the hotel windows in hopes that I’d catch a glimpse of him working at his desk, or heaven forbid, even chatting it up with a gorgeous tourist, I had known I had to do something.
Yes, I had it bad.
So bad in fact, that by the time I’d made it back to the inn, I’d driven myself so mad with indecision that I basically spilled my secrets to the first bystander who walked by.
Poor Molly didn’t know what had hit her.
Luckily, the young mother had been more than eager to help me in my hour of need.
She, like Piper, had believed I should seize the moment.
So, here I was, seizing the moment.
Yep, definitely seizing it.
I stared out at his front door again.
If I stayed in this parked car much longer, someone might report me for suspicious activity, and wouldn’t that be lovely?
Oh, no, Taylor, I wasn’t stalking you. I was actually just gathering up the courage to knock on your door—you know, to see if you wanted to break some of those rules and get naked with me?
My head fell to the top of the steering wheel. “Come on, Lani. This is ridiculous. Get up.”
I blew out a breath and reached for the handle.
This was why I’d wanted this job in the first place.
I thought of Taylor on that first morning, bare-chested on the boat dock.
Okay, maybe not this exact reason.
