This Can’t Be Happening
Is he flirting with me? I must be imagining things. Why
would Mason Sweet, the gorgeous mayor of Millbrook, Maine,
the man I’ve secretly been in love with since seventh
grade, flirt with me? He’s the town golden boy, and I’m,
well, the local librarian. The Stepp sister who stayed
close to home. The one who bakes brownies…then eats them
all. My thighs make that whick-whick-whick sound in
pantyhose. He can’t possibly be flirting with me. So why is
he giving me that melt-you-where-you-stand look? Why is he
pulling me close? And what is he whispering in my ear…
Sorry, could you repeat that? Now I’m hearing things,
because I swear Mason just asked me if I’d like to…well, he
wasn’t asking for a book recommendation, let’s put it that
way. Oh my, my, my. Okay, Ellie, stop blushing like a
teenaged girl. I’m sure he didn’t mean it. Maybe I should
just alphabetize something. Be the good girl everyone
expects. Eat another brownie. Forget this ever happened. So
why is it I can’t stop myself from saying, “Yes….”
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