He nods once, like he’s committing to the idea. “You should come over,” he says. “For dinner. With me, Sebastian, and Ivy.”
My heart doesn’t just skip a beat. Itslamsagainst my chest.
Dinner.
With his family.
This is huge.
He’s letting me in.
I keep my expression soft and measured, as if this were a normal invitation.
But it’s not. This is significant.
“I’d like that,” I say softly.
“Great.” There’s something in his tone. Relief, maybe. “I’ll text you the time.”
“How are you going to do that?” I arch a brow, holding up my phone.
“Oh, um, yeah. Right.” He fumbles with his phone. “I never got your number.”
He’s so awkward. It’s adorable.
“No, you didn’t.”
His fingers move over the screen. “Okay. I’m ready.”
I give him my number, watching as he types it in. He reads it back, and I nod in confirmation.
“Okay, let me text you…” His fingers move over the screen.
Mine beeps, and I smile at his message.
“Hi. This is Drew.”
Pretty hilarious, given he’s standing beside me.
“Great.” I give him a big smile. “I’ll be there.”
Oh, shit. I almost forgot.
“You’ll have to send me the address.”
His smile returns.
“Oh, yeah. Right. I’ll give it to you now so you have it.” His head bends over the screen, the fluorescent lights showing a hint of gold in the brown strands.
No need. I already know where my future husband lives.
But I can’t tell him that.
Not unless I want him to run screaming into the night and flee the country.
My phone beeps. “Got it.”
“Cool,” he says, glancing back at his cart. “I should probably finish shopping and get home before I get yelled at.”
