Drop, Cover, and Hold On (The Improbable Meet-Cute, #4)

by Jasmine Guillory

she could tell by how long and deep the shaking had been that it was a big one. That’s what she said. “What are you laughing at?” Harris said as he walked back over toward her. “Nothing,” she said. “I got a text that . . . anyway, it was just . . . nothing.”

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People ask me for directions constantly. It’s not because I look like I know where I’m going, it’s because I look friendly.”

“I hope you have a good idea, because right now I’m sitting here, alone in my bakery with the woman of my dreams on Valentine’s Day, with a box full of pastries that I saved for her in the hope that she would come in today and they’d be waiting—”

That moan made her feel so powerful—she did that to him, she made him feel that way, she made him want her that badly.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this?” he said in her ear. She shook her head as she looked at him. “So many times,” he said. “But the reality is far better than my imagination.”