He takes a step away, and I hear him exhale harshly before he turns around, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me into another tight hug. With his chin resting on my head, he says, “I had fun last night.” “I did too,” I admit, feeling those butterflies Dakota was talking about. He squeezes me and then takes off, giving me a brief wave before exiting the cottage. A large smile erupts over my face as I watch him walk away. Oh no . . . this isn’t good at all. It’s happening. I think I’m crushing on Kilty McGrumpyshire.
