Page 55 of Sew Matcha in Love
“New dress?” I asked.
“I’m actually making something for you. Per the girls’ request.”
“Oh really?” I stepped over the gate and set the drinks on the coffee table and petted each of the dogs on the head.
“Mmhmm.” She still hadn’t looked up. “A tutu. The girls have decided to teach you ballet during your video calls on the road.”
“I see.”
“Be sure to act surprised when they give this to you tomorrow and oversee the packing of it.”
“I’ll be over-the-top grateful.”
“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint.”
“Never. I brought drinks. Not sure if yours is still hot though.”
“Thanks.”
“Anything I can help you with?”
She shook her head. “Just give me a minute to finish gluing the sequins on the ribbon trim.”
“Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven…”
Arwyn let out a small, amused exhale as she leaned back in her chair and looked up at me. “Done. I’m all yours. What’s up?”
All mine? Her gaze lingered on me a beat longer than usual, and suddenly, the air in the room felt … different.Charged.
“I, uh, brought you tea.”
“You said that,” she reminded me. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I bent to pull it from the carrier, and when I straightened up to hand it to her, she was standing.
Close.
Her eyes flicked to my mouth for the briefest second, and my heart did a stupid somersault.
She reached for the tea, but I held onto it. If I let go, I didn’t trust myself not to take her in my arms and kiss her with all the fervor that had been building.
I needed to back away. But I couldn’t. Not when she was looking at me like that, all serious and quiet and beautiful in a way that made me want to memorize every detail. My pulse hammered in my ears as I leaned in just a little closer, close enough to feel the warmth of her breath.
And then?—
“Rrrorroough ruff!”
Arwyn stepped back, eyes wide as the dogs jumped off the sofa and ran to the front door. I turned to follow her gaze out the front window.
Montgomery Biddington was marching up to the porch, holding the gift I’d left on his doorstep on my way home last night.
Well, that had backfired.
Or not.
I probably shouldn’t be kissing my nanny, anyway.
Arwyn hurried to the door and opened it. Monty handed her the metallic-blue-wrapped box. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” He turned to shoot me a smirk. “But I had to return this gift.”
