I’ll expect you and your . . . guy friend in the front row. Paying very close attention.”
“Wow,” I say. “What will you ever do if I get a boyfriend?
It sounds to me like the gods of sneaking out have smiled upon Lucy.
Suzanne YoungHarlin smiles softly and steps up, wrapping his arms around me as he brings his lips to my ear. I close my eyes. "I hate every second I'm away from you," he says. "Don't ever doubt that." And then he kisses me.
Suzanne YoungTags: harlin
Jeremy takes the money and heads toward the back bedroom to get dressed.
“Chinese? I’ll come with,” Henry calls, but then pauses to look at us, one eyebrow raised.
Harlin laughs and puts his arm around me. “Don’t even say it,” he warns. “You’ll embarrass her.” But he always says it.
“Charlotte,” Henry begins in a mock parental tone, “when two people love each other, they may have certain urges. Protection is an important—”
“Oh my God!” I cover my ears and laugh. I wait until his lips have stopped moving before I drop my arms.
Have you seen my daughter?”
“Daughter?” I’m the worst liar ever. I stare at Sarah’s tall, imposing father and try to smile. “She’s getting us a table?”
He narrows his gray eyes, and then tightens his mouth. “Is that a question or a statement?”
“Statement?” I’m so blowing this.
He exhales and nods. “Well, then. I guess I’ll see you in the banquet room.”
Harlin grins as Sarah’s father walks away. “You are so subtle, Charlotte. Are you a ninja?”
“Shut up.”
“I’m sure he didn’t find that at all suspicious.”
“Harlin!”
He laughs and kisses the top of my head. “I’ll stop,” he says. “But where is Sarah? You might want to find her before we sit down for chicken with that man. What will you say if he asks you to pass the mashed potatoes? Mashed potatoes?” Harlin finishes, imitating my voice.
Sorry,” I say to my father. “Hope we didn’t wake you. After last night, I wanted to check on Harlin’s arm.”
He tilts his head like he is absolutely sure I’m lying. “And how is his arm, Elise?” he asks.
“Uh . . . better?”
My father stands motionless for a second, and then he shakes his head and walks into the kitchen. I hear the clink of cups, and then the running of water for the coffeepot.
“That was a nice save,” Harlin says, sounding amused. “So detailed. Like a nurse.”
“Shut up, Harlin,” I say, trying not to smile. “I didn’t hear you offer anything better.”
“You sure you didn’t want to tell him we were playing doctor? That might have sounded more believable.”
I turn quickly and swat at him. He laughs, dodging my swing, and catches my hand. “I would tackle you right here,” he says, leaning close. “Pin you and kiss you. But with the luck we have in your house, someone will walk in. And then what will you tell them?” he whispers. “That you were giving me CPR?”
“Stop!” I slap his shoulder again.
It was such a simple thing, and yet it broke and fixed my heart all at once.
Suzanne YoungWas I a science experiment? Did he want to pin me down and dissect me?
Suzanne YoungIf it's meant to be, you'll find each other again.
Suzanne YoungYou know I'm never going to be able to not kiss you again, right?" he said. "For the rest of my life, every time I look at you, I'll have to kiss you.
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