The boyish curve of his mouth intensified the tightening in my throat. Not because I wanted to say no to him, but because I couldn’t remember ever wanting to say yes to a dinner date invitation more. Joshua Avery wasn’t some random setup. He hadn’t texted me out of the blue because a friend’s brother’s neighbor thought we’d have something in common. He wasn’t the result of an online matchmaking site or a bribe sent by my meddling sister. He was simply a man, asking me out the old-fashioned, face-to-face way, and everything in me wanted to melt into a sappy puddle of Where have you been hiding
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