“Hear that?” I blinked, his question cutting my words short as I frowned, confusion settling in. “Hear what?” A smile hinted as he leaned forward on the cart with both leather-clad arms and glanced up at the ceiling. “Listen.” The clamoring of squeaky carts, busy shoppers, and checkout beeping drowned out as I focused on whatever it was he wanted me to hear. And then my belly pitched, a sharp breath leaving me. A song filtered into my ears. Oasis. I looked at him, looking at me, while he awaited my reaction. I couldn’t contain the genuine smile I sent him, and it only brightened his.
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