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I rubbed my tummy. “It is exciting.”

“Focus on that. You deserve this. Deserve happiness.”

“I do, don’t I?”

“Don’t worry about love, the future, nothing…just enjoy him.”

“Kinda stupid getting all prettied up, though, huh? Considering he’s blind.”

“It gets you in the mood.”

I let out a long breath. I could do this.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Damon

IheardLizzie’sdooropen, and a wave of her sugary sweet scent swirled around me. I stood straight, holding up a single rose. “Hey, LizBelle.”

“You’re here,” she said after a few seconds of silence.

“We had a date, right?”

“Yeah. I thought I was picking you up.”

“Surprise.” I couldn’t help but smile.

I’d made it here from the curb on my own. Even navigated the revolving doors. Jeff will die from shock when I tell him at tomorrow’s appointment. He’d worked me over so good today it’d taken a two-hour nap to recover.

Hated feeling like a wuss.

“You smell good,” I said, lifting the flower higher.

“So do you.” The flower left my fingers, and she took a deep breath. “Love carnations.”

“What? I—”

“Gotcha,” she teased.

I stepped forward. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

She giggled. “Okay. Here I come.” Her voice was closer, so I stepped back, remembering it was three steps to the back wall, and it was a wall of windows. Sure would be cool to see the setting sun. Always liked that. “What are we doing tonight?”

“First, come here.” I reached out for her. “I wanna practice something.”

She let out a breath, and her minty scent slid over me like a wave.

“Aiming for the face.” I lifted my hand.

She took it and guided me to her cheek. Making a mental note how high I had to lift my hand to reach her cheek, I let my fingers glide over the satin surface. Super smooth and soft. Warm, too.

I traced the slight curve of her cheekbone and realized it was pronounced. She must have high cheekbones. “Light skin? Dark?”

“Pale,” she whispered. “Don’t get much sun.”

Continuing on my journey, I slid my fingers up her temple and over her eyebrows. Thin and narrow. To the nose next, and I followed the skin to the tip. Button nose. Oh hell yeah, she was a Betty for sure. I knew Scott wouldn’t have called her that if she wasn’t.

I trailed over the tip of her nose to her lips. I knew those pretty well, but touching them like this was different. They were full and soft. A little sticky. “You’re wearing lipstick.”

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