“Then I’m glad we agree.”
Adrenaline and need shot through him the second his lips touched hers. And when her tongue traced his bottom lip, he changed the angle of his head and deepened the kiss as an intense urge to find her bedroom, remove her clothes, and look at her overwhelmed him. He’d desired plenty of women before, yet somehow this time it was different, more intense and overwhelming.
Matt allowed himself one more pass over her lips before digging into his self-restraint, pulling his mouth away from Liv’s, and resting his forehead against hers.
Several seconds passed in silence; the only sound in the room came from the dishwasher in the kitchen.
“Should we start with the first movie starring the original cast or the first movie with the cast of The Next Generation?” he finally asked, because it was either do that or kiss her again. He wasn’t sure his body could handle just kissing right now.
“It’s not my favorite, but let’s start with the first one the original cast made.”
Matt didn’t believe in soulmates, but if he did, Liv might be his. “Yeah, I don’t love it either, but let’s watch it and get it out of the way.”
Eight
Monday afternoon, Liv heard the door chimes and checked the clock on her computer screen. She had an appointment with Misty and Evan Walker, who wanted their twin daughters’ graduation party catered. Even though their appointment wasn’t for another fifteen minutes, she expected to see them when she turned around. After all, some people simply preferred to arrive early.
Instead, she found Emma standing there holding an enormous arrangement of flowers.
“Hey, stranger,” Emma greeted her, placing the vase smack-dab in the center of the conference table.
Although they’d discussed getting together over the weekend, it hadn’t happened.
“I have a special delivery for you.” Emma pulled out a chair and made herself comfortable.
“For me?”
“Unless you know another Liv Middleton who works at Ocean View Catering.”
She could only think of one person who could’ve sent them.
This is going to be fun.
Coming around the desk, Liv prepared herself for the interrogation she was about to get.
Why couldn’t they have more than one florist in town?
“Mom took the order this morning.”
Liv opened the card nestled among the flowers.
I wanted you to know I’m thinking about you. Matt
“Are they from who I think they are?” Emma asked, leaning forward.
There was no point in lying. Emma knew the only person who ever sent her flowers was Owen on her birthday. He sent flowers to their mom and their sister as well. But today wasn’t Liv’s birthday.
“Yes, they’re from Matt.”
“I knew it. I knew he wasn’t hanging out with you because he didn’t know anyone else in town.” Emma bounced in her seat as she rubbed her hands together. “Details. I want details. All. The details. Don’t leave anything out.”
Liv shrugged and checked her watch. Why couldn’t clients arrive early when you needed them to? “We’ve just been spending time together, Emma. There isn’t anything to tell.”
“Come on, Liv. You can share more than that. It’s not like I’m asking you to tell me if he’s good in bed. Although, with a body like that, he must be,” Emma said, picking up a folder and fanning herself with it. “I could watch that scene in One Last Heist when he gets out of the shower all day long.”
You and me both.
“Emma, we?—”
