“I’m starting to lose count on the number of dates we’ve had.” I took a step toward Olly. Two nights ago, I made homemade pasta for him. Now, here I was with another ball of pasta dough, making a pan of lasagna. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.” He reached for my hand and tugged me closer. “Definitely not bad.” I fell against his chest. “The complete opposite.”
Read more here“Hey, earth to Ryan.” Caleb waved his hand in front of my face. “What?” I lifted my head. We were in the back stock room at The Market, taking a lunch break. “What’s distracting you?” Cal pointed at the phone in my hand. “I’ve said your name like five times.” “Sorry, um, it’s nothing.” I quickly shoved my phone into my back pocket. “What’s up?”
Read more hereA couple of days later… “Good morning.” I kissed my mom’s cheek. “I brought you something.” I held up a small white bag. “Lola.” Mom’s eyes lit up, and she squeezed my hand. “I didn’t know you were coming in today.” She grabbed the bag. “Is this what I think it is?” She winked. “Your favorite.” I pulled out a bar stool by the big table where they prepared bouquets for the customers. “I grabbed two. One for me and one for you.”
Read more here“So, how are things with Ryan?” I set a plate down on my mom’s dining room table and then rested my hands on the back of a chair. “Um, good.” Lola nodded her head and set a fork down next to the plate. “Wow.” I grabbed another plate from the stack in front of me. My mom prepares a big meal every Sunday for our family. Lola and I offered to set the table. It was the perfect way to get Lola alone so I could ask her about the new guy.
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