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“You didn’t.”

“Shame on me. You look delicious.”

She blushes, giggling, as she reaches across me. She picks up the cocktail I took two sips of before abandoning in favor of having my hands all over the chestnut-haired goddess in my lap. “Can I have this?”

“It’s all yours. You’re not driving, are you?”

“Oh, fuck no. Devon’s taking me home. She never drinks at work stuff.” Through the windows of Devon’s office, the party is winding down, meaning my time with Allie is almost up.

“How would you feel about playing hooky with me tomorrow?” I ask, continuing to run my fingers up and down her lush thigh.

“Hooky?” She leans her head onto my shoulder, giggling more.

“Yeah, blow off work. Spend the day with me.”

“Would I get to sleep in?” she asks, but her playful tone suggests I’ve already got her.

“I want the whole day. I’d pick you up at seven.”

Allie reaches across my body and wraps her right hand around my left wrist, pulling it up so she can read my watch. “That’s almost nine whole hours away. Plenty of time for a good night’s rest.”

“So, that’s a yes?” I ask.

“It is.” She smiles. “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Chapter 22

Allie

“You can be the life of every party, but it’s okay to take a step back and give someone else a chance to shine occasionally.”-Allie’s horoscope, May 19th

Luke: You make me coffee every day, but I don’t know how you take yours. That’s not right.

Me: I’m indecisive. Different every day.

Luke: What would you like today?

Me: Lucas Pine, are you bringing me coffee?

Luke: That’s the idea.

Me: Cold brew with a splash of sweet cream please.

Luke: Perfect. See you in 30.

Me: How am I supposed to know what to wear if you won’t tell me where we’re going?

Luke: We’ll be outside. Maybe wear a hat. And lots of SPF.

Me: A hat?? And sunscreen. Not exactly a complete outfit.

Luke: It’s casual. Anything you wear will be perfect.

Me: You continue to be infuriating.

Luke holds my hand as I jump down from his truck onto the gravel parking lot. He’s enjoying keeping today’s itinerary a surprise, so I didn’t push the subject during our hour and a half drive. The smells of hot asphalt, burnt rubber, and engines revving are my first clues. “Is this some kind of car show?”

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