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Landon

Yes, you do. You would have tackled the cinnamon rolls if you weren’t worried about someone seeing you. I’m a great cook. Let me prove it to you.

Zoe

No.

Landon

I’ll pick you up.

Zoe

No.

Landon

You’ll like my condo. Great view of the beach.

Zoe

When did you move?

Landon

Small town gossip didn’t share thattidbit?

Zoe

Whatever. I don’t care.

Landon

Tagliatelle with black truffle cream sauce and cherry mascarpone cheesecake are calling your name. Pick you up at 7.

Zoe

I can’t have dinner with you.

My message to Landon never changes from delivered to read, irritating the crap out of me. Why does he think he can boss me around?

Maybe because I let everyone else in town make my decisions for me. Why is it easier to saynoto Landon than it is to say it to Lucky or my father? They tell me to jump, and I ask how high. Landon tells me to jump, and I turn around and walk away. How do I take the courage I feel when I’m around him and force it into the rest of my life?

I don’t know, but I want to figure it out.

Chapter 16

Zoe

The doorbell rings, pulling me from the budgets I’m reviewing for the next town council meeting. My eyes dart to the clock.

6:15.

Would Landon show up at my house early? Yes, yes he would.

I glance at my yoga pants and oversized Seahawks T-shirt. This look should scare him away.

The urge to run my fingers through my unwashed hair and check my face in the mirror itches under my skin, but I ignore it. I need Landon to leave me alone. What billionaire wants a woman who looks like her outfit was stolen from the garbage bin at the back of a thrift shop?