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I’m pretty sure the last time I accidentally walked in, Janice took a picture of my butt. Janice is pushing eighty.
I’m in my spinster era. Every twentysomething has one of those, right?
“Must be some good thoughts.” Eli grins and, for the second time in the last few minutes, I blush. “Very good thoughts.”
“Well, I happen to think you look beautiful with a buzz cut, D. You’re a stunner. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”
“Or maybe I know you better than you think, smart girl.”
“I appreciate the vote of confidence,” Eli says, finally. “And the kind words. But I still don’t think this is something you can help with.” He stops, then meets and holds my gaze with an intensity that freezes me in place. “That is,” he continues, those blue eyes blazing, “unless you want to marry me.”
She takes the tiniest step closer to me, like I make her feel safer. Good. I like that.
“Help me, Bailey-Wan Kenobi! You’re my only hope.” “Are you afraid of the big bad wolves?” she murmurs. “Very.”
Pretty, I think with a hard swallow. She really is pretty.
Can I help it if the man makes me shine brighter? Feel lighter? And blush like a schoolgirl with a crush?
“I’m Margaret. Everyone calls me Maggie.” “Or Magpie,” Eli says. “Magnanimous. Margo.” Maggie rolls her eyes. “Quiet, Elipses.”
Chronic-Ills of Narnia? Get it—chronic ills? Chronicles? Such a missed opportunity.”
am of the opinion that if you really want something, you sometimes have to make your own luck, even if it’s risky.”
“Who’s taking care of you, Bailey?” Eli’s words settle over me, soft as snowfall, only warm not cold. “No one,” I murmur. “I could,” Eli says, and now I’m really not sure if I’m dreaming. Because this is the exact kind of thing I wish someone would tell me. “I would.”
“I’ll marry you, hockey player.”
“Not a thing. You look adorable in scrubs.
“But whose name will be on the back of my jersey?” His face darkens, and it only makes me push more. “Maybe Van? He’s a fun guy.” Eli’s heated look turns molten, and he shakes his head slowly. “Mine,” he says firmly, his low voice wrapping like a fist around my heart. “You can only wear my name.”
My throat gets a little tight when I read Van’s message: This guy would do anything for people he loves. Anything. Count yourself lucky if you fall into that category. And whatever you do, don’t hurt my boy.
