I close my eyes.

No.

Why did you have to ruin it?

Chapter 18

Juliet

I wake alone.

Nothing new—I wake alone every day, but because I know where Henley spends his mornings, I don’t mind at all. What a beautiful man he is to care for his dad so well.

I smile up at the ceiling. Last night was incredible . . .

There are no words for how dreamy my man is. I get up and go to the bathroom and peer through the curtains over to Henley’s house. I wonder if he’s home yet.

Stop being clingy.

You are seeing him today, I remind myself. We have a date tonight, so I’ll have to be patient until then. I make my way downstairs and see that Barry has been let out and fed his breakfast. I go to turn my kettle on and beside it see my pink teacup on a saucer with a teabag in it just waiting for me to make it.

I smile broadly. That’s Henley’s way of making me a cup of tea.

Damn it, I am done. Has there ever been a dreamier man on the face of the earth?

I don’t think so.

With my cup of tea I walk out and sit on the back steps in the morning sunshine.

It’s going to be a great weekend.

3:00 p.m., and I hold the dress up to my body as I look in the mirror. “Hmm, or this one.” I throw that dress to the side and grab another to hold it up instead. “I want to look perfect tonight.”

I slip on some nude strappy stilettos. Or would the black ones look better?

The doorbell sounds from downstairs. “Who’s that?” It rings again. “Coming,” I call. I bound down the stairs and open the door to see Taryn. “Taryn.” I smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She beams. “Can I come in?”

“Sure.” I step back to let her walk past me into the house. “What’s up?”

She flops onto my couch. “What are you wearing tonight?”

Huh?

“Umm.” I frown. “Sorry . . . What’s tonight?”

“Our double date.”

“What?”

“Yeah, Henley came over this morning and arranged it with Mason and I.”

I stare at her as I try to get my brain to catch up. “So you and Mason are going on a date?”

“No.” She rolls her eyes as if I’m stupid. “Henley and I are going on a date together, and you and Mason are hooking up . . . remember?”

“Oh . . . right.”