Oh no.
No, no, no.
“You’re serious?” I ask, but my question is directed to him, not her.
David’s mouth twitches. He nods.
“Come on, Larry. We have to go,” Bella insists.
I hesitate. Then David leans forward. My gaze goes directly to the hard line of his lips that I happen to know for a fact are softer than they look.
“Get in the car, linda.”
Shit.
I move. I slide in beside Bella and he sits back.
“Can you believe it? A whole weekend in New York City! This is going to be so much fun,” Bella enthuses.
I just nod and smile back at her, but my face is burning with embarrassment.
David’s gaze locks on mine, and I can tell he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
I wiggle in my seat, clutching my bag like it’s going to save me.
It won’t.
Nothing will.
Because now I’m trapped.
In a limo.
For hours.
With the man I have been actively avoiding.
The man who kissed me inside my bookstore like I was some sort of tragic heroine.
The man who makes me question every smart, safe decision I’ve ever made.
Magic?
Please.
Magic, my ass.
I’ve been set up!
And I’m definitely not surviving this weekend with my sanity intact.
Chapter Fifteen
David
I try not to stare.
And I fail.