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

by Jasmine Guillory

Earthquake! Everything happened so fast. She moved quickly, inside the bakery and away from the plate glass windows at the entrance. She saw the big wire shelf behind him move, and the glass canister on the top shelf wobble.

So she tackled him, tossing her coffee to the side in the process, and pulled them both under a big wooden table behind the counter, just before the canister dropped to the floor and shattered.

Drop, cover, and hold on! That’s what you’re supposed to do! Do you not know the first thing about what to do in an earthquake? Look around you! You could have gotten hit on the head! Or worse!”

“It looks like you just saved my life, then. Thanks, Daisy. And no, I don’t know the first thing about what to do in an earthquake. I’m from New York.”

“Harris. Harris Cook. Nice to finally meet you, Daisy.”

“I wasn’t giving everyone free stuff. I was giving you free stuff. Because I fell for you that first moment I heard you laugh that day.”

“I meant what I said: I fell for you, right then. I have good judgment about people, okay? But I’ve had so much going on, with opening the bakery and trying to keep it afloat and getting press and whatever, and I knew I couldn’t even try to date anyone. And definitely not a customer, because I didn’t want to make you feel weird about coming in here. So I did nothing. But you kept coming in, and you were just so fucking nice every time.

“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—”